Stephen and I have been together for an entire year as of today...it seems like a few weeks ago I went over to hang out and have dinner and ended up with much much more....I guess time really does fly right past you when you're truly happy. 

So...I'm trying to get my brain back to coloring "S" and Spits is running around my head, giving me 9 billion ideas for drawings and I decide in my wisdom to watch the Resident Evil flicks. Ya. That'll help.

Imma have zombies on the brain for weeks now. 

Oh well. -embraces it-

THIS THING STILL EXISTS?????

 Huhhuhhuh WOW do I have some explaining to do. Uhm...well....my life went to utter hell for awhile and then I kinda by accident, ended up dating an old friend of mine from the club. And now we're engaged and starting up a business together and yea. 

fuck all, anyone who reads this already KNOWS this. 

On a side note, Zarla is chipping away my resistance to THE fucking SIMS. 

On the other hand  SKYRIM!

My "little brother" Drewski got arrested for murder. It upsets me because he may not have been involved outside of being forced to go along. I present to you below what I know personally and from his mother and grandmother.



The night both Drew and Courtney stayed over here, Ryan, one of the other kids that was arrested called Drew three times before you showed up DEMANDING that I bring Drew back to Apex because, and I quote, "You promised me you'd go with me to kill this fucker."

I told Drew "I'm not taking you back to Apex, this is our sibling time that we don't often and if he really wants to kill someone he needs to man up and do it his damn self without dragging you into it and getting you into trouble you don't need." So he told Ryan the third time he called "I can't come back to Apex dude and if you really want it done then go do it, you don't need me for it." That was the 26th. The kid that was killed went missing on the 27th. Drew was here until 8:30, I took him home and chilled at his house until 10:00.

Thanksgiving Day, during Thanksgiving dinner, Ryan, Aadil and Allegra showed up at his house and demanded that he come with them, pulled him away from his family and his girlfriend Olivia, who we all call ViaVia and when Drew's mum said "Where are you going?" Ryan said "We're going paint-balling." His mom said "Yea right, Drew, what are you doing, your girlfriend is here and it's thanksgiving." and Drew just said "Mom, I have to go..." He was gone for an hour, came home pale, shaky, sweating and visibly upset, locked himself in his room for an hour and then called his Gram up to his room to talk to her, told her everything that happened. His gram told his dad bits of it, his dad called the cops, they showed up and questioned his Gram who told them everything Drew had told her but when they questioned Drew he left out some things he had told his Gram, so they arrested him.

In all probability, Drew left bits out because he is a. trying to protect his friends or, b. the more likely case, is he's leaving out bits so he's not labeled a snitch by the rest of their little clique because he's scared if he rats them out, the rest of the group will catch up to him and either beat him up badly or kill him. the kid's body was found on Allegra's property. They found horse tranquilizers on the ground and in the victim's system, Allegra owns horses. They found zip ties, a plastic trash bag and someone had hit him in the head repeatedly with a hammer and he was very possibly beaten with baseball bats.the various ideas behind motive seem to vary from person to person.

Oleg, another friend of Drew and I's said that they did it because the victim was one of the kids who beat up their homeless friend Tim. What's Drew's Gramma was told was that they did it because the kid, Matt they think it is, slept with Allegra and Allegra is Ryan's girlfriend.

Now, if he slept with Allegra, there are two possible reasons she got in on it and helped. Either this Matt kid raped her and it was revenge, or she cheated on Ryan with him and since everyone seems to be afraid of Ryan he got jealous and said "I'm going to kill him and since you fucked him, you're going to help."

If it's because he raped her, there's a high probability that this Matt kid they think is the victim is the same guy that Drew told me has mental problems and not too long ago stopped taking his meds, broke into an old couple's home, beat the elderly husband and raped the elderly wife. But everything regarding motive is speculation, I won't know more until I'm able to visit Drew in jail or where-ever he's being held and can talk to him and find out what happened out there.

That's everything I know from being present and talking to his Mum.

And for any of you who live in my area and leave me nasty ass comments about Drew and how he's guilty when you don't know a fucking thing about him, the circumstances or what actually happened, you better prepare yourself for the tongue lashing of a lifetime.

Don't talk smack about shit you know nothing about.

My house is going to get taken away from me and my disabled mother on the 13th and it doesn't look like there's anything we can do about it.

The deal is this. On February 13th, my Mum made a payment to the mortgage company. She asked the man that she was speaking to if she needed to make a new payment arrangement and he told her no.

About a week later a letter came in the mail that was dated February 25th on the envelope, but the letter inside was dated for January. The letter said she needed to pay them twice what she had paid on the 13th by the 1st of February. She called them the day we got the letter and tried to make another payment and they wouldn't accept anything less than the total back balance on the mortage.

And they haven't let her pay anything since then either. We have to come up with 10,000 by the 13th to keep them from auctioning off our house.

I am willing to do just about anything but prostitute myself or become little more than a stripper or porn model to raise this money.

Since I am an artist, I'm wanting to take commisions. They wouldn't be cheap, but they would be full color, with backgrounds with as many subjects as desired.

I'm also stooping low enough to beg for scraps...any monetary 'donations' would go a long way to keep me from losing the house I grew up in and ending up homeless.

If you're interested in commissioning me, please send me a private message with what you'd like drawn, or painted, although I do warn you that all my paintings end up as abstracts, and we'll talk prices.

for those of you unfamiliar with my art: http://traditionalblasphemy.deviantart.com

Please guys, I really need some help here.

My ass went to Raleigh last night to chill with Courtney and I met her awesome-sauce friend Aaron. A die-hard punk with a BRIGHT ASS PINK mohawk.

He's a doll. He let use him as a pillow at 11 am when I crashed for all of ten minutes after having no sleep at all. We just sat around his living room all night and bullshit.

So....how low of a creature do you have to be to first take up with an emotionally frail individual....wait for him to be hundreds of miles away and then fuck around on him with his best friend and not even have the guts to tell him to his face or at least over a proper phone call? And then to go beyond that and rub it in his face that you're living in fairy tale land while he's all alone?

 

Well guess what, he's not alone. Leave him be. Or I will personally start watching for you, because I live here. And I am more dangerous to your personal health than you can imagine. I am worse than his family. I am worse than every other friend he has or currently possesses. I am your worst nightmare in his best dream. He’s mine and he’s all but forgotten about you and your two-timing, backstabbing little antics.

 

So do yourself a favor. Don’t pester him, don’t talk to him and don’t try to get in touch with him, because I assure you he has much better things to do with his time home from the military now. Namely me.

 

And I’ll let you in on a little secret. You were my cheap replacement. And what a cheap one you were. You might look a little like me, but, tsk, not enough and you sure weren’t as good to him as I am, in more ways than one. You have a good day sugar. Say Hi to Jeffie for me. -kiss-