| The Notorious Miss Amandafish ( @ 2007-04-24 16:50:00 |
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Ah, Cataclysms.
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Long story short: the Amandafish is alive, and while not eating as well as she should and smoking entirely too much of the holy herb -- she's swell. I am now on my own and loving it.
Unfortunately, what this translates to:
-- You're lucky to be reading this.
-- Artwork is still being produced, but all prior contracts and requests are whiped clean. No computer, no scanner, no way to even check my email, really. Bad for business, but ah well, good for Muse, apparently. No longer stagnate, I'm dabbling in new and strange mediums that range from Sculpy to leaves and rocks. I work in larger pieces these days now that I am not bound by my scanner.
-- Writing is strange and fickle, but the stories endure. There have been a few bits I've longed to share with the endearing masses, but ah, no time to do so.
Now for something slightly more personal: Mum knocked me on my ass in the middle of Feburary. It took me six weeks to get on my feet (provoking many new experiences, mostly drug-related) and now here I am, my name on a lease that is shared with somebody with a completely different last name. For those of you concerned, no, it is not my latest fling and contrary to popular belief: I am not knocked up, I am not engaged, I am not even in the least remotely attatched. My room-mate is a nineteen-year-old prodigy with an upbringing quite similar to my own. I call her the cute, furry, skanky thing that hisses in the corner (as far as she knows, I am talking about her cat) but truth be told, she's an amazing artist and a life saver. Had it not been for her, I would still be couch surfing. We spend most of our evenings playing Guitar Hero, reading and teasing the various young, strapping gentlemen that surround my room-mate. And while my fags will always be close to me, that cocky li'l eighteen-year-old boy built like a Greek God would give even my best friend a run for his money.
Ultimately, I may be dazed and confused and way too stoned to know the difference, but I think this is for the better.