depressingstories

ÁLO MY LITTLE DUCKIES!  It is I, your Humble Author, and I have returned to you.  I come bearing gifts, like some sort of jolly old Kris Kringle (Except with a charmingly thin figure, a dazzling smile, and the most charm and personality a human being can have.  You're welcome.).  Except instead of gifts of knowledge, wisdom, power, or the blood of Christ, I bring you bad poetry and half-assed lessons on Japanese pronunciation.  Yessir, you are welcome.    A merry, merry Christmas to all of you charming little piglets.  I hope that you've all been very nice this year; if not, you can note me and explain why you are so naughty ;). ....

Dearest little ducklings (the creepy train does not rest, it does not take a lunch break, and it does not go on strike), I have returned.  Please, keep your frenzied cheering to a minimum.  The silence helps me realize how few people are actually reading this >,>  To compensate for the lack of readers, I shall let my ego run wild.  So please, enjoy my luminous beauty and gushing talent.  Hell, even I'd be jealous of me (Not really.  Not at all, actually.  I'd probably take lunch money from myself).  Now then my little pictures of cuteness, I shall try to organize my ramblings into paragraphs that make sense.  I shall also inform you that I do

Hello my lovelies!  Wow, that was REALLY CREEPY...  Well, it's me, and I have finally, partially, resolved my confidence issues.  Yes, I am in a disturbingly chipper mood.  But all of these issues shall be addressed later in the journal, provided you find it deep within yourself to actually read that deeply. Well, I am finally feeling good enough about myself and my work to allow me to write some more (maybe draw too... >,>).  But, I bring with that a major revelation: I am done with poetry.  My stuff is crap, bizarre, and is very poser-like.  I am a little ashamed to have wrote it.  As such, I have decided to go with my real favorite... SHO