On the other hand, it is laden with calories, which will in the long run (hell, by tomorrow), displease me more than I can tell.
I have found what is probably the best picture ever taken of me.
The reason it is so is because I am covering my face, and wearing dark colors that blend in with my hair and whatever-it-is that I'm sitting on, making me near-indistinguishable from my surroundings. I am also being harassed by Sarah with a dalmation-print cowboy hat, which makes it all the more interesting.
I just sat down with music playing, paper in front of me and pencil in hand. There was... something... roiling about in my head. It wanted out. My hand twitched a few times, but that was the extent of it. It will fizzle out eventually, as they usually do, or it will destroy me. I need some sort of release; I need to either draw something, fuck someone silly, or watch blood run down my skin in rivulets. Since there is no one readily available and the last option will land me in more trouble than I want to deal with, I should probably draw something. Further bulletins as events warrant.
Nicole will be getting a LiveJournal sooner or later. And when she does, I have found the world's most ideal community for her to join: llamastalker. There are others like her. Be afraid.
Thanks to vampiricangel, I discovered an assload of pictures I'd not had backed up the last time my HD crashed, on a freeservers account I'd forgotten I had. Heap cookies and adoration upon her unsuspecting head.
Bring on the yams.