Saint-Pestilence

Hi there, it's me. In case you were wondering if I dropped off the face of the earth, fear not, I did. It's just what I do. Ooops. I've been gone so long that the UI is quite foreign to me. I'm guessing that this is what it feels like to come home from college and find that your parents changed your bedroom into something else. In this case it looks like my parents turned my room into a sex dungeon. Oof. That's what I get. So, why did I come back here? Well thanks for askin' darlin'. ;) First and foremost, I'm getting the party started by foisting old art at you. I'm also procrastinating washing the dishes. Uh-oh. Eventually I do plan to get around to sharing photos of my crocheted stuff. If you've made it this far through my ramble, thanks for stopping by. :) Love, Saint Pestilence

I'd love to share more of my art, but my self-esteem is buried in the dirt. The occasional watering leads to black daisies.

It's just one of those days where your art takes too long and sharing it is like pulling teeth. It just seems easier to slam your face into the wall. I'm torn between crying in a corner and playing Diablo 3. There's crocheting to do, that's going to lead to photographs and that's art and..... no more. I give up.