Hoy! Did I draw that? It's not half bad!

Now... more detailing... particularly hands. Bloody hands. Why do I have so much trouble with them?!
.... Wait, why am I finding this image attractive? Damn. Damn. Snap out of it, Joysweeper!
Still Alive(Yes, AGAIN) I am now able to sing along with the lyrics. Badly, I might add.
White egg is hatching. Should be out in a day or so.
Red egg. I hear these are rare!
Today was my Xmas, since the family will be in the Phillippines.(I know that's spelled wrong. Be quiet.) I got an Ikea lap-desk thing, an alligator bathtub mesh scrubber thing(I don't know what these things are called, okay?!), aaaaand an Xbox 360. No games, but that's okay. Rather small Xmas. People will be gone.
Seems like every year, Xmas is less and less. It's kind of depressing. My mom yelled at me because I'm not much good at giftwrapping. I've spent most of the day in my room, hiding from our psychotic cousins.
I don't know how many of them there are, but there are a lot, they are loud, they are violent, and they want ice cream. I will never have kids. If I change my mind on that, I will plan parenthood and not have a huge horde, turn them over to strangers for day-to-day raising, and be surprised when they are wild and impossible to manage.
I'm gonna get back to the picture. Bad Joysweeper! Do not be attracted to a drawing in Paint!

Now... more detailing... particularly hands. Bloody hands. Why do I have so much trouble with them?!
.... Wait, why am I finding this image attractive? Damn. Damn. Snap out of it, Joysweeper!
Still Alive(Yes, AGAIN) I am now able to sing along with the lyrics. Badly, I might add.
White egg is hatching. Should be out in a day or so.

Red egg. I hear these are rare!

Today was my Xmas, since the family will be in the Phillippines.(I know that's spelled wrong. Be quiet.) I got an Ikea lap-desk thing, an alligator bathtub mesh scrubber thing(I don't know what these things are called, okay?!), aaaaand an Xbox 360. No games, but that's okay. Rather small Xmas. People will be gone.
Seems like every year, Xmas is less and less. It's kind of depressing. My mom yelled at me because I'm not much good at giftwrapping. I've spent most of the day in my room, hiding from our psychotic cousins.
I don't know how many of them there are, but there are a lot, they are loud, they are violent, and they want ice cream. I will never have kids. If I change my mind on that, I will plan parenthood and not have a huge horde, turn them over to strangers for day-to-day raising, and be surprised when they are wild and impossible to manage.
I'm gonna get back to the picture. Bad Joysweeper! Do not be attracted to a drawing in Paint!