it's me.
no shit.

feeling sick: might've caught swine-flu from that feckin' canadian who likes to follow me..

so, i'm doing a new drawing of the man only known as Oliver Sykes. i've only done his face, but that's not finished..my main focus is his tattoo's, 'cause they're the orsumest junk i've ever seen
indeed, tattoo's shall one day ravage my arms, neck, or anything i deem worthy of having a tattoo.

but most definitely not my feet or ankles.
whut teh shite iz teh point in that? it'z profoundly stoopid, srsly.
like, what's the point in getting a tattoo where someones not even gonna look?

majority of my friends say "oh, i'm gonna get a tattoo on my foot or ankle so people can't see it, and so it won't look weird when i'm older."

right, if you don't like, or don't want anyone to see it, why the feck even bother getting it? so you can oogle at it before you go to bed?

what a dumb feck.

enough 'bout tattoo's, i'm talking friends now.
friends are full of shit. the end.

also, my laptop's disk space is quite low. it keeps reminding me every five minutes.
it won't leave me alone D: and it makes me want to kick a puppy in the face..


still, i don't get to spend much time with certain people..and it proper shits me.

braces on tomorrow. i give you permission to call me brace-face.

good day, lad.