This is what I spent my entire day doing~

Coloring nekkid Poo x Paula fluff by Jeshi~~~~ <333333333

I'll start the crack drabbles tomorrow. ^-^ Lord knows I'll need them 'cause DA's populace is gonna chase me with pitchforks tomorrow.

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The Sonadow Manifesto is finished!

Enjoy yourselves... I'm gonna read now.

Speaking of reading, I've read the first three chapters of A Boy Named It. Aside from me cringing from the stove scene and wondering why the HELL his demon of a mother was suddenly lashing against her son, I think what got me was when after David was sent to stand around in the garage, he felt happy. As in, he won because he held out long enough for one of his brothers to come home so Mom can't burn him in front of others. That from now on, he wasn't giving his mother the satisfaction of seeing him hurt--that he'll keep fighting everyday to survive.

Just... wow. I'm mortified. But then that's the reaction child abuse has always left me with. And rape. And animal abuse. It makes me want to make the world a better place because of all the disgusting beasts in it. Be there for someone be it an unloved child, a broken and beaten up dog or someone else. Let them know I care and love them. Part of why I want to write books, I guess. Most likely way I'd get as close to these guys as possible. Just to give them hope or keep them from giving up or killing themselves, or tell everyone else what's going on.

Just to be a friend. That I've made someone's life better in little ways.