Pffft If I Know What I'm Doing

This is a pretty non-sensical journal but thought it was time for a change.
(Yeah go quarters, screw you pennies being so petty. "Look at me I'm Copper, if you melt me down I'm worth more than I actually am )

So I recently lost my labtop of seven years ( I know, how scatterbrain are you? [Well to answer that question with another question, What are my mom?{Ok so, I didn't answer the question which I stupidly asked you with an equally unintelligent question in hopes that we can all foregt about this. }]) so this means that I have lost a lot of work on all my sets. Don't worry to a certain extent because I have 70-80% backed up on 1TB external hard drive. However, I never took the time to sort it into folders so it's a giant wads of unsorted stories, pictures, cards and music. So I am not looking forward to sort that beast of folders and re do so many cards from memory, along with having to listen to almost half year worth of songs non-stop. Why do I have so many artists that I can barely remember their names. Blah, blah so that's why i doubt |I'll be releasing anything new in awhile. (If you want to know how much music it's about 292974 minutes. Uggggh.)

On the postive end, I have my summer job again so you may see a swell of commissions. Hurrah for money!


On a funny sad note,  I lost all my good porn; I know what a crying shame. (Edited out explanation of what I consider a "good porn" to be after I realized what I typed realizing that sexual preferences isn't an universally talked subject for the general public.)

If you don't leave with some sort of conflicting emotion, I haven't done my job right.

P.S. I am a sack of crap?!  Followed by an absurd explicative comment. I'm super boring btw I have no idea what I have done here other than I have no regrets except one. However..........