OMG A PROFILE

So yeah, I live in a remote town in Canada called Winnipeg. It's winter here for nearly 8 months at a time, and everyone in the city drives like they want to be shot. shot in the foot... then like... the genitals... and then in various other PAINFUL places that won't kill them. Yup. Oh, right, also, I'm full of lies. Winnipeg is the capital of my province. BE FUCKING AMAZED. (we still have 8 months winter though, it snowed here tonight, first day of May.)

Anyways, I'm an artist-in-training under the great lozilver. That's not to say that I'm trying to mimic her style, but rather that she knows more about art than I do and she's giving me pointers when I harass her enough. Also, I want to have her children, but she's all... NO! NO CHILDREN DAMN YOU! and I'm all... wha? but they're so delicious... ;.; you can throw them at stuff too... but still she's all... NO! NO NO NO! and I'm all... wha? and she's all NO and I'm all... ;.; and then it gets x-rated and the children have to go to bed or something.

Point being... criticise me frequently, I need it, AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT MY FRAGILE SOUL. I don't believe in souls anyways.