So a lot has changed since the last time I updated.

I left my husband and moved to Austin. I was with the Other previously mentioned for less than a week, however he's currently traveling a few states, so I'm off to make or break myself, as per what should Be anyway.

I've been homeless since the 28th of February, this also means I am without a scanner and very intermittent internet access, so I do apologize for my lack of presence. I have been drawing and tattooing.

I could go into various details, but I'll save the trouble by just saying yes, I am alive. Allergies suck. Depression sucks. Mania is inconvenient. Being homeless is an adventure. Getting a real job again isn't as easy as it is in theory. Spiritually I'm fabulous, physically I'm doing badly and emotionally I'm a wreck. Se la vie.

Fiat Amorem, ruat caelum.

The heavens fell hard.