Lil-Amby-Chan

I know I havent done much art recently. Sorry to the very very very few fans I ever had. I'll try to make it up to you. I won't promis anything good for the next few months since i havent drawn in near on a year, but I'll try.

I'll be moveing to Shorline, its like 20-15 minutes out of seattle. I'm quitting smokeing and starting to exersize. Lets see where this gets me.,

During moments such of these I seem to always be absent of feeling and embraced with the solid arms of thought. And never anything that could do any good either. No wise words of surprising insight or any epiphany on how cure cancer. Now that I think about it I barely have anything to cover the cure of all my random and spaztastic ways. I go each day trying to make people understand that the things I do are for no real reason other then to do them. I am often planted with the titles of "whimsical" or "tweeky". One day I am positive that everyone will see it my way and that by the time they all have this mystical realization I will have come up with a whole other way of thinking. Take that cruel world; I play on your irony as you play on mine!

There have been times I have noticed how inconsistent I am with most things. I mean truly and utterly foiled with fickleness. One moment my world should be bathed in steaming sun and I shall be dancing with the moths as they nibble on my cotton blankets, next second the sun will no longer fancy me and dancing has lost its whimsy and moths are just so yesterday, today perhaps the enjoyment of ladybugs will suit me better not to mention its to cold for cotton. Or worse yet, I have no interest in weather, clothing or insects and have changed my attention strictly to Italian gelato and Asian watercolors of cats. For the long run of this mind jog, I have never had any of these phantom ideas until they emerged just before me now as I typed. In fact, I'm done with talking about my inability to decide on my taste.

Today is slow. Slow in the same way people read all capital letters. As if because they are large, they too are cumbersome and there for you too must adjust to their way by widening your eyes and taking in the LOUD AND BLOCKY FORMATIONS OF THE CAPITAL SCRIPT.

…Time to close shop. Until next time.

PLEASE GIVE THIS OR READ THIS OR I DONT CARE FUCKING SEND IT TO SAM!

Sam,

I don’t understand. Your right, I don’t know anything about what or who you are any more. And that’s because in the last year you have ignored me for nothing. I never patronized you. I worried. I worried because I loved you, no, I still I love you. You were my friend, someone very, VERY close to my heart.

I say the things I do because I’m scared, not to be mean. I’m scared you will disappear and vanish from my life. You haven’t spoken to me in a year. The last time we did speak you said “Let’s hang out more often” and then I called…and you never answered. I left messages, e-mails; let people know I missed you. Ben, Oliver, I even bumped into Raven saying I missed you and I was wondering what you were up to. If anyone has ever told you otherwise, Sam they were wrong. I’ve been searching for you.

So you’ve changed…I don’t care. Changing doesn’t mean vanishing. And even if you choose not to contact me or believe I’m this mysterious scum of the earth, at least I know you didn’t disappear. You said hello…in a harsh angry sort of way, but I guess I deserve that, but it was all I wanted. To know you were still around.

And for records sake, NO I haven’t experienced everything. I’m a kid and I’m learning day by day with every breath in every moment. I’ve learned recently that to have a brief moment of my own happiness, I would have to sacrifice others happiness. And to prevent that I choose not to always be happy so others may be. So I learned Sacrifice, restraint, and I learned that even if I don’t have it my way, someone somewhere is having it good because of it.

If it is that you didn’t erase this before you read it, here is my information if at all, now or 10 years from now you want to talk to me or yell at me, even insult me, I don’t care. I hope you do find me though, Sam, sooner rather then later, because in the near future I will be leaving and not coming back.

Be well with all your troubles, I hope they leave you and you can finally experience peace of mind. I mean that sincerely.

Always with you,
Amber

(Contact Info sent to her notes and yahoo e-mail addy)

So if you were the creator of the universe and you were nothing but a giant pair of hands and you were deciding on what your first 2 humanoids would look like, what 2 (male and female) celebrities now a days would you pick to be your "Adam and eve".

So if you were the creator of the universe and you were nothing but a giant pair of hands and you were deciding on what your first 2 humanoids would look like, what 2 (male and female) celebrities now a days would you pick to be your "Adam and eve".