happymoronic

I've decided for my birthday I'm going to leave deviantART forever.  It'll be my favorite present yet. My subscription ends 3 days after.  I won't buy another one. I've spent almost three years on this website, filling it with my photographic work.  I've gone from loving this place to loathing it; from forgiving it to being disgusted all over again. It's probably my fault, really.  I mean, I could just grit my teeth and pretend that 75% of the entire deviantART population actually knows what the hell they're posting.  I could ignore the fact that all the raw talent is polluted by uneducated fourteen-year-old fucks.  But I won't.  So I have

> One side of your face is always more 'squinty' than the other. > Your left eye twitches constantly. > Your pointing finger needs constant medical attention. > Your arm bulges from it's new 'camera holding' muscle. > Every bad photograph you see gets the response, "Who the hell took that picture???!!" > Cursing juxtaposition becomes your favorite hobby. > You automatically know what aperture you'd use when attending any non-photographic related event. > Your nightmares consist of the camera breaking during a school assembly, the flash not working at the homecoming football game, etc. > Every excuse for being tardy to another class en

It'd be nice if every time I got on the internet it actually worked. PS - What's so great about Ipods? I've spent a majority of my free time at the doctors office lately.  If it isn't a sore throat it's an ear infection, and if it isn't a large cut to the head it's a large cut to a place that's unmentionable. I've been living off the nintendo.  Harvest Moon, Resident Evil, Zelda, Super Mario, it's all the same thing every day.  Work has no meaning until I figure out the 17th level of some foreign masters mind.  Alas, where is the super mushroom?  I need more lives. And finally, to conclude, I have been wearing the same bra everyday until