Opened up my actual page for once instead of just my inbox so I could toss up a new desktop I wanted to show off (photobucket resizes my desktop into a tiny unrecognizable mess) and decided to look around at the old deviations and journals. Seeing the old art I don't have on hand anymore was cool, but what really struck me was the journal entries.

There were all sorts of lil' innocuous things from them that would make me remember a forgotten detail of my life and get this silly smile on my face, or an old tune I haven't heard in years I would immediately just *have* to hear. It was interesting to me now to look back at the progression from the doe-eyed teen sure he would be a big manga artist to the whiney bitch that complained about every lil' setback to current times, where I'm unsure of myself and feel I'm at a crossroads in life I'm just not all that ready for.

Huge thanks to the few fine folks that actually commented on these random drabbles or commented on my artwork, those always brought a smile to my day.

Shit I'm all sappy and sentimental now that I'm old.