sylphstarwind

I wanna start drawing and posting a bit again. Gotta see if my tablet's working any better with this laptop tho; last time, it was kinda laggy and hard to use, but I installed something that's supposed to help. We'll see. Nothing much going on here. I have a different dog now; Quay was pretty old and turned out she had a tumor, among other health issues. She's buried in my bf's parents' land and now I have Ginger, a beagle. A very fat beagle, though she's lost 5+ pounds since I got her from my overfeeding grandma. My grandma didn't want her anymore because grandpa died and now she's going to start traveling more. All that's last year's news.

I hardly get on this site anymore, but it's still nice to have to look at things once in a while and possibly post another picture SOMEDAY. But yeah, I haven't forgotten my buddies, even if I never comment or anything these days. My bro left for Afghanistan not long ago. He's probably still in Germany for the layover but soon, he will be in a makeshift little base with no regular access to internet or phones, no decent food, no real buildings...probably...since he's a grunt in the Marines o_o and he's going to a Forward Operating Base, where a real base with Burger King and movies and other comforts isn't up yet. I can write him and send him

Okay, so I have a friend who prefers margarine or buttery spread or whatever over real butter. Which is fine. I can understand the reasons why and even if I didn't, IT'S FRICKIN' BUTTER. WHO CARES WHICH KIND SHE LIKES? And if it even mattered, then it's still her right to choose what she puts into her body and all that. Just because I was born with taste buds not to like, say, carrots, I would not tell everyone else it's disgusting, and never touch carrot cake, and bitch and whine every time someone mentions it. I would understand it's a chance thing at friggin' birth or early life, and there are people who despise my favorite vegetable or wh