One of the only things I dislike more (or rather as much as) than not having new writing to work on/go over/ or begin is not having pictures that actually bloodly look like me. I mean, the ones I have DO look like me. Just not as up to date as I would like. For instance, can you see my newer tattoos in that red thing in my house? No, of course not. Can you see my glorious messy pink hair?? NO! NO YOU CAN'T BAH! *huffpuff* My ex roommate completely and utterly STOLE my bloody camera...well..my digital camera...I'm too broke to go get the film from my nikon developed. Pish posh. Roommates suck. I never have any luck with them. No more for me, thank you. I think I prefer a slightly hermetic lifestyle.