And now to find more of that awesome hayseed! … On second thought…
((This is what happens when I draw at three in the morning… Also, I updated again! Hooray! It’s almost like this is becoming a regular thing. XD Hope you enjoy it! ))
((Yes! After all this time, I’ve updated again! Just so that everypony’s aware, I’m not doing the questions in any particular order, just what I feel like doing… That being said.. She must have eaten some very odd hayseed… lol))
((A message to all of my followers.))
((I know I haven’t posted anything for a couple weeks now, and I’m sorry for that. I just want to let you all know I’m still alive. I’ve just been busy with my last couple weeks of the semester. I do plan on drawing again soon. I was thinking of getting a couple done tomorrow. We’ll see what the day holds. Thank you all for sticking with me during this absence. It means a lot to me.
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Help Reblog this…
I forgot it was my mother’s birthday today, I need a gift, so if this gets at least 100 reblogs I’ll show it to her to show how many people and I care about her. Please?
Speaking of cupcakes, I'm planning on making a Wryn and Papyra cake one day, maybe for my birthday. I just felt like throwing that out there.
((Sounds like an interesting idea. If you do, Make sue to post pictures! I’d love to see it! I’m back for about twenty minutes while they bake, btw. ^.^))
((Ever since I started this blog, I’ve been drawing when I felt like it. However, I think the time has come for me to start a regular update schedule. If I was going to set up a regular schedule, what should it be?))
A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man driving a gray car, license plate: Quebec 72B 381. Canada. Reblog this. It could save her. The Kidnapping is recent so do it, 3 seconds will not kill you. If it were your child .
She was a nice puppy, too. I had to give her to a friend when we moved, though. I wonder how she is…
((Yay! Another update! And… I think my work is starting to look better? Maybe? I’m not sure… But I updated! ^.^))
I’m not Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. When someone follows me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I don’t have much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.
