I forgot what I was gonna' talk about.

I'm beginning to get a little hungry. I know. I talk about food and/or the lack of it a lot. Confession time: I like feeling hungry. It feels like an altered state of mind. It feels like control. That and I save so much money skipping food. I'm serious. Coffee, I couldn't skip. Coffee and books are a necessity, but food? Food I can do without. If it ain't tasty-great, then it's not worth the bother.

I've talked to a lot of people online and, by and large, people seem to think that I'm English. I wonder why. Is it how I speak. Or rather, write? Another interesting assumption people make about me are my artist influences. It's so interesting to hear people pick and choose other artists that they say my work reminds them of. Most of which I've never even heard of. Never, ever have any two people guessed the same artists to compare me to. I like that. It's flattering in its way. Basically it means that my art style is unique. Which actually it should be since I didn't grow up looking at other artists when I was learning to draw. (Of course, I'm STILL learning. LOL) Okay. That's not quite true. I stopped when I was about ten. That will give you a hint as to my influences. Happy hunting.

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I hate people. I seriously hate sales people and I really, really hate that I'm nice to people even when I shouldn't be. (That is probably a poor choice of words, but whatever.) Now I'm all bugged and have lost my train of thought. People bite!

I've noticed that I tend to do a LOT of talking. Apparently to myself. Like 99.9% of the time I'm talking (writing, posting, replying to messages/posts, etc.) I'm not getting any response from those I'm talking to. I wonder if there's a job where you get paid talking to comatose people? Naw. That would be depressing. Darn good thing I have such a giant ego, that's all I can say.