Listening to: Portishead - Sour Times
Reading: Kabuki eps.6 - Reflections

These journal updates are becoming increasingly rare, no?
Okay! So, about a month back I finnaly got a job. Hooray! It's essencialy serving rich people and carrying plaes of food up and down the stairs. And washing dishes. Fun times.
Weeeelll, it's money in me pocket so that's all fine and good. I can still draw there occationaly. I finnaly got round to uploading what I've been doing on SecondLife. It's neat stuff. If anyone out there has this game/program type thing, most of that crap is for sale.
I got a new ID picture too. I think, all-in-all, I'm a pretty wanty person. I like wanting things. But most of all I want to make, to draw, to create. It just makes me happy. I feel sad sometimes because I'll never truly be able to create the things in my head. but pictures and stories are good enough, I suppose.
I also need to start doing grown-up stuff like getting my own place to live and prepairing for the future and all that.

Quote: "I'm deaf. So if something happens in words, it doesn't happen in the sound of words, but in the color of them. The mood and texture and mystery of their crossword puzzle meanings. My story happens in music. Like little fingers on worn out keys searching for meaning."