zephyrkinetic

For the life of me, I can't ever think of a good enough reason to become active 'round here again. I don't have the time, true, but I frankly don't really care anymore. I looked through my watched deviants, the art they've submitted; I don't care. It's all scantily-clad women and anime. I've changed too much since I was even last a real member here. And even when I was, I guess I never really got it. I'm a writer, and that just barely. I don't really have a place here. I've spent the last few years posturing, trying to look the part, and the whole time I've cursed those who do the same thing. I've made my friends. I've found out what I real

She's seen the sun from all sides: 360 degrees, 365 days. The trees have all budded, flowered, died, and come back to life. She made it a year. In normal circumstances, my mind's eye loses clarity after a year. Memories darken, fade, lose focus. Not this. The moment of her birth is still fresh in my mind. I couldn't be prouder. We gave her cake on Tuesday, and again on Saturday, which she took her time daintily destroying. Pictures of that to come. We also started the project I've been wanting to do, wherein she'll paint a picture every year on her birthday. Maybe I'm biased, but I think it looks great, and 17 years from now, we'll have a f