Freek-XF

So I was looking at my journal, and it was looking back at me. And it started talking shit to me, so we got in a fight and now I'm on parole. Seriously though, it's time I updated this thing to at least give the illusion of my presence, and get that sad Christmas stuff away from prying eyes. Working on a huge amount of sketches, two campaign pieces, and some naughty gift art for Orca. This week's complete and utter hell for me, but once it's over I can finally get back to what I do best - wasting time. Who knows, maybe I'll actually have drawn something that won't burn your eyes out with its crappiness. Vale.

to be fucking pissed off. Figured it was about time I actually updated the journal with a little something. Yay Christmas! Buy, buy, buy! Spend money, because you're a fucking idiot! Buy your friends and family useless shit - but be sure to include the receipt, so they can quietly return it later! Huzzah! Have stores ass-rape you for every penny, while you buy "Sale!" items at twice their normal price! Every Christmas is the same. It's cold and boring. Freek is all alone. Usually sitting huddled in his room, just colouring in a page completely with a pen. Sometimes he's drinking himself under the table. Sometimes it used to be heavy painki

Uhm, I just got "TAG"`ed by Orca. I feel like a wall in a bad neighbourhood >< SEVEN THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE: 1. Drive a tank into a hippie singalong thing. Just for kicks. 2. Sky dive 3. Attend a Gathering of the Juggalos 4. Kick a famous political figure in the nuts, to see how fast the security response (read: righteous asskicking) will be 5. Get married 6. Quit all my bad habits 7. Travel the world SEVEN THINGS I CAN'T (OR WON'T) DO: 1. Do the fucking hokey pokey (that's a won't, kids) 2. Snitch/rat on someone (that is the lowest thing you can do, period) 3. Go outside in the summer. Heat=death for Freek 4. Not listen to mu