I took the title of this journal from the Type O Negative album, yay!!

Anyway, I'm dead. Again. Boo freakin' hoo. I haven't drawn anything in weeks, sadly, so all my watchers are probably bored to death with me. I haven't submitted ANYTHING this month, so that's how bad it is.

I think it's because I'm really, really getting tired with the anime style. I've always hated it to some extent, but now I'm really sick of it. I keep trying to mix anime with the American cartoon-style, but that hasn't really worked. I think what's really making me hate anime at the moment is my sister watching loads of the worst animes ever on YouTube. Because her computer's in the same room as mine, I have to cope with it somehow.

Oh, and here's a nonsensical story to make the journal worthwhile:

I went to Burger King, and there, I saw my arch enemy, Galandoroff. He was just standing there, holding a schimitar, and looking pretty annoyed. Then I whipped out a shovel and started hitting him with it, and he got angry and killed me.

I then rose from the dead, and started hitting him again with the shovel, and then I did the chicken dance and hi-jacked a helicopter and crashed it into Sainsbury's. Then I was sad, so I chopped my arms off and jumped off a cliff. Being undead, I survived, and then realised I must live for eternity in pain and suffering.