Over two years ago I introduced myself with a little confession.  http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18151600/  In two years my style has improved quite a bit.  I am more confident in my linework, more creative in my tableaus, and more eager to experiment with my art.  My characters have gone through their own “life changing” events due to their development artistically and within their own personalities.  I was looking back on my art and saw how much I had changed for the better, and felt that I needed an update. 

Jambalaya is me.  Quite literally, that pretty naked pupper on the far right, that is a direct reference from a photograph.  I try to do this to give her a sense of myself.  She definitely gets up to more naughty fun than I do but I like to live vicariously through her.  I like to imbue her with my personality and quirks.  I like to have a little “avatar” that can be me out in the universe of art, where she is able to be her to her fullest extent; while still being me. I know the term around these here parts is “fursona” but that word has never stuck with me.  Shes just me+ XDD .  

I still wear the ropes in RL (full story in link above) on my days where I know I am going to be a basket case of anxiety.  Recently my job has taken a turn for the worst and I have taken to wearing them almost every day as I try to keep from falling apart.  However, not to wander down a depressing road, they are an enormous help.  They have long since ceased to be sexual or taboo objects of any kind and are my go to for comfort and mental stability.  

A little about myself.  I love to read, and when most people say that everyone simply assumes “every once in awhile.” No… I LOVE to read.  Where most people fill their nights with video games, tv, streaming, or family/friends, I read. I don’t really do tv or streaming, when I work I turn something on for background noise.  I don’t have any family, no RL friends, and don’t play video games.  So my nights are pretty much free.  What I fill them with is either, books, work, or dogs.  However books take up at the very least two hours every night.  My apartment has three things in it that are not utility related, a couch, a bed, and a library worth of books.  I honestly do not know the total number, but it has to be in the 300’s. It’s my escape.  Sci-fi is my jam, I live and breathe space.  I delve into classics more often than not and love foreign literature.  I sample everything and try to expand my repertoire with both old and new. But I have a very guilty pleasure of trashy romance, absolute garbage, worse than junk food, pure filth, that I enjoy to pick up once in awhile. I need them to flee the world around me.  I need them to expand my mind. I need them to give me strength and show me what life is like in the multiverse of human consciousness. I need them because they have saved my life.  I need them because they are the only place my anxiety, and issues cannot exist. I need them. 

If I am not reading I am playing with my dogs, training them, or just hanging out.  Seriously, I just hang out with my dogs and listen to music in a pile.  Even music isn’t a must, I will just sit with them and listen to them and get my snuggles whether they want it or not (they always want it, they are pitbulls).  They are my life.  I cannot put in to words just how much I love them.  Everything I do is for them.  They are the reason I wake up.  They are the reason I work myself to the bone.  They are the reason I strive for something better.  Without them I wouldn’t exist. I would have no purpose in life if it was not to love them as much as they love me. Its a disgusting feedback loop of mushiness. XDD

If I am not doing either of the above I am working to improve myself either through art, code, or just plain learning.  I am a wiki addict.  I surf and surf and surf, not just wikipedia, but those glorious sources in the footnotes.  Oh there is so much information out there to learn.  So many new things to discover.  I have an insatiable curiosity, and wikipedia is like a drug.

I am also the biggest crybaby on the planet, it does not take much to set me sobbing XDD.  Coupled with my anxiety and high emotional energy it’s a wonder I am not in a constant state of weeping. 

I am not a people person even at the best of times.  I do not function well in crowds and freeze up most of the time talking to normal folks.  I do well online where I have a moment to think and construct my thoughts.  My personality gets to live here, where in the real world it is suffocated and stifled. I am the meekest of meek and shy beyond measure.  I would hide away from the world with my dogs if it were possible. 

I do not like being touched, I need my ten foot bubble buffered by a twenty foot clearance and padded with a thirty foot no-mans land.  

I can’t sleep in total darkness, I need at least some light in the room.

I take pride in my finger and toe nails and have a guilty array of nail polishes that I use often.

I am obsessed with dogs if you had not come to that conclusion as well as cooking. 

I am told I play a mean game of chess.

I cuddle my dogs excessively.

I think that is about it.  Well there is obviously more but I am running out of brain power trying to fill this.  I really don’t know how to do ref sheets XDD.