I'm not really an artist. I joined this place a few months ago when I was under the retarded presumption that I was. Fail. I kinda actually maybe basically just suck at drawing stuff.

Now if I sit down and really fucking concentrate, I may be able to summon most of my attention to the task and produce a remotely un-shitty piece of...art? But considering that I have the attentive skills of a 5 year old boy watching SpongeBob SquarePants, I don't see that happening anytime soon. Yeah.

I DO however have some of my old sketches piled up in one of my draws that I may so blessedly let you admire one day. If you're lucky. Punks. But seeing that my damn scanner/printer (I named it Sprinter. Because I'm waaaay cooler than you. Der.) IS STILL NOT HOOKED UP YET (Keep in mind that I got it for Christmas ;]), I don't see that happening anytime soon, either. So, basically, you're screwed. Mwuahahaha. I know, I know, because you all were just dying so see my other pieces. Bleh.
At some point I started posting up crapfiction, until I realized this was a place for art ( I mean, I already had a Quizilla!.com account. Before it went all retarded.). Arrrrt. Not crappy fanfiction of Naruto.

Everyone, cheer for me! I have finally escaped the clutches of the cult-like Narutard fandom! Dear god, have I missed having a life. I should seriously write a book about the experiences and adventures I had in my early teen years. Such as, but not limited to: Serfing the web for hours nonstop, searching for Naruto forums where I can defend my beloved Naruto and hate on dat str8 up beotch Sakura; get virtually married to Naruto (Freal. I was THAT into it.); write craptastic fanfiction about Naruto and Hinata's superkewlawesomefreakingFUCKYEAHdahbomb daughter, Nami (which reminds me to erase those godawful pictures of her on this account.); getting FABULOUS chin acne from "not caring how I look" (Y'know, because my husband didn't care what I looked like. MAYBE BECAUSE HE ISN'T REAL.); and many, many, MANY more embaressing things that I really wish to never recall again.

Thank you very much.

And just a lil' lyk F to da Y to da I: I'm a feminist. I don't really care about how I look, but c'mon, I have my self respect and pride; I WILL brush my hair if I leave the house. Oh, and I don't plan on ever getting married (...again...*snicker*) or having any rugrats. I've decided that that's not my thing. Wellllllllll, I let you go now and enjoy life! TTYL GIRLFRAN!