Hey, hi. I have nothing to tell you. My life is not worth telling you. Anyways, you don't give a damn, do you? That's what I thought. No hard feelings. I don't give a damn about most your lives either.
Except if you are one of my friend or a fan, I don't see why you should be interested by the crap I have to say. Oh, yeah. Happy new year. Santé.

If you should be interested in something about me, it is in what I draw, or more acurately, in what I'm not drawing in this moment. I don't draw seriously. I test new ways to colour (which has yet to give results). I try to draw more bodies. But I sketch. And sketch. But since I am a little insecure, I tend not to put them online. Maybe I should do a sketch compilation, with only the ones I like. It's not impresive, but it's better than nothing.

Anyways, I just wanted to refresh this journal. I haven't written anything in a year and a half and this is way to long. So, I just wanted to put the stuff I didn't really have to say on a screen and not bore you because you won't read it. That's still better than telling you skirts are getting shorter, is it ?

Oh yeah. I have lotsa idea for comics. Maybe i'm going to put that on DA if I ever get used to draw all digital. I'm tired of depending on a scanner. I have a few more "Say, SickNarsh" ideas and other stuff still featuring me (I'm so narcissic) mainly about language and culture.

Oh yeah. I finally added you to my journal, Sowolf.