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Alright, one down. One to go. (Please upload this to your own thingy just in case I have to ever clean out my photobucket selection.)

I hope you don't notice the smudges on there too much. I started crying halfway through the picture... ._.; And the picture is just... bleeh. It's not my best. ><; But you wanted it, so I'll hand it over.

EDIT: AAAAAAAGH and I forgot the tail and the left arm looks weird and... please don't save that, I'll redo it...

You okay, Dexandre? Personally, I think it looks great.

Thanks so much hun =^_^= it looks great, but are YOU okay? anything you want to talk about?

Are you absolutely sure hun? I'm here if you need to talk

Well... I'll share the story.

So I'm in school, being bombarded left and right about questions related to my bomb-happy ex-boyfriend. then, right before I get a chance to sink into the first food I'd had all day, my mom pulls me out of lunch angrily and ships me to a doctor's appointment. every single time I've visited there, he's put me on a higher and higher dosage of prozac. Now, once I get back, ijave the bitchy crochety old Ms. Hallowell as a substitute for the math teacher, and my group can't concentrate for s**t normally. So there's that hassle of a block. Then, I get home to see Jen there moving her stuff out, and I plan on going to Teen Night by car. Unfortunately, since she's moving, mom's lending her the SUV so she can tow all that superfluous s**t away and into her new apartment. So I wal kboth ways, freezing my a** off because the sun is already starting to go down in New York at about 6:30, and it was chilly to begin with. Teen Night is a three-hour block of spending time with friends, with a little bibley-sermon thing right before it. I finally get my chance to play DDR and this kid Jake walks around me trying to distract me on purpose. He then, since I try to focus more, starts calling me a whole bunch of names, like slut, whore, t**t, skank, b***h. Not in that order, sadly, but I'm already beginning to forget. As for the rest of the night, I come home to an angry mom, an angry sister, and an angry sister's boyfriend because Casey (Jimmy) called while I was gone and lied about where he was from and hung up on her. I got grounded for a week, but told a sob story and got off the hook.

So yeah. That was my day.

oh hun I'm so sorry your day was so horrible *hugs*

Well, things can always be worse, but "crap days" are never fun. When I have a crap day, I know I want an ATG internet hug.

*hugs tighter*

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