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I just got yelled at
(rightly so)
and told that my life is an embarrassment
(which is true)
I'll be back when it isn't
(don't hold your breath).
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Okay, making this as short and to-the-point as possible.

I've been having a bit of a rough go lately, and thanks to a number of unfortunate circumstances, haven't been able to get online.
Jeez, it's been like a week since I logged in here.

Anyway, biggest letdown was missing the cutoff for *DeviantDead. I was super looking forward to maybe possibly participating, but in the long run I suppose it's better that I didn't submit anything because with everything in the real world punting my self esteem like a puppy and being the overall jerkface that it is, I probably would have hardcore sucked.

Psychology 101 - 'real life' is a projection of myself.

Fun.

Two months ago I was ready to participate in as many OCTs as possible, namely & but now I'm not going to have time for any of them. Also less than zero will.
A.k.a. enthusiasm.
A.k.a. I am so wallowing right now, look at this.
Total bummer.
Maybe I'll do spectator crap I dunno. After all I have a half finished DD entry. I could totally spectator that shit up. Nice.

There's something else scratching at the back of my brain but fuck if I remember what it is.
Awesome.
Point coming, brace yourself: My activity on D.A. is going to slow to a crawl for a while (as if I wasn't already snail-pacing), but hopefully by the new year I'll be back to my old self - wait scratch that my old self sucked even worse than I do now. Whatever, I'll come back at some point and be as not-pathetic as possible. Also active. Like, crazy active. You'll get annoyed and it will be awesome.
And for all the people I stilll owe stuff, holy crap. If you forgot I owe you something, that is a) understandable and b) fucking hilarious. But I have not forgotten. Just been a super douchebag and put it off for however many months it's been since my birthday. In July.

FUCK THIS JOURNAL IS NOT AS SHORT OR TO-THE-POINT AS I INTENDED SORRY D8

Also there's a 50/50 chance I'll be moving in with Poppy (my grandpa) in a few weeks to more or less take care of him.
It was my mom's stupid idea.
I say "stupid" because look at the marvelous job I'm doing of taking care of myself (sarcasm).
How does she think I'm going to be able to handle Poppy aaa.

Preemptive Happy Whatever-the-fuck-holidays between now and next year greetings!
Cool.
Enjoy that.
*Stylin' exit*