Soo... it's been 12 years. A lot has happened.
I quit WoW some time back.
Messenger and I no longer speak.
I was on Facebook, but I left, due to the current political climate. I like my social media without the....overly....aggressive social nature. So... it had to go.
I gave up drawing anything for a long time.
It nearly killed me.
In the last year, I've gotten into painting with acrylics. Kind of a new adventure.
I've reconnected with old friends.
I've lost some old friends, and feel their loss keenly.
I've kicked some former friends to the curb, because I do not put up with physical abuse in any way, shape, or form.
I've been RPing....until my RP partner quit.
I've been debating taking up writing. Even here. Because my muses' stories are not finished.
I'm still addicted to coffee.
I have a boyfriend. He's a Viking. A genuine Swedish Viking. Long story.
I still struggle with mental illness. I have help, though.
I have days where I wonder how I ever made it out of bed. I also have days where the sky is full of rainbows, and puppies tumble at my feet.
I now live with 5 parrots. Yes. Five. That's an adventure.
I work in IT. I know how to fix most things computer-related. People are a whole other story.
I'm full up on art projects lately. It's still strange to me, that people like my art.
Fairly warned ye be... there will be artwork coming. Especially since my old Elfwood Gallery seems as up and down as my moods....
I apologize in advance.