So my premium expired a few days ago...gunna wait to see if dA does another buy one, get one on premiums before I drop the money for another. Didn't realize how many new features I used that were premmi only, so it's now annoying trying to get shit up and shit. If there isn't one by January 1st, I'm just going to suck it up and pay for another year or 2, depending on how much I'll have in free spending cash.
Buuuuut, if someone wants to buy me a month or two, I'll draw whatever you want for the same amount of time. You give me a month, guess what, you've got an art slave for the month. And right now I actually have the time to do the art since I"m way caught up and almost done with the semester.
Also, until TUesday I'm kind of gone. Mourning my now dead cat, homework, Omega Ruby, and cleaning house for thanksgiving. At least the news of my cat hit me after I completed everything, still though, no one told me until the day after. I would have been a mess, but I would have rather known and be allowed to mourn my cat longer. 2 fucked up things happened: I was thinking about him that day, just before i was told, imagining us taking him back from Dave so I could have my kitty cat again in Arizona. and he died at 10:31 pm, my favorite time of day....I miss my cat. I know Dave, he's cremated Buddy, so I'm going to fight for his ashes at least. I hate dave, but the only reason I let my cat live with him was because our landlord would have kicked us out and I was forced to give him to someone who, despite being a people abuser, would never dare hurt an animal. And at leat I knew buddy wasn't out on the streets, he was in a warm home with admittedly, people who cared for him. Still, I wish I could have been with my cat, he never left my side when i saw him last, even though it had been about 2 years since i had last seen him then. he cognized pictures of me, meowed when i would be forced to talk to dave and dave would put the phone by buddy.... i miss my cat.
sure, some of you are probs thinking "it's just a dumb fucking cat, get over it". first off, fuck off. second off, eat my ass, and third that cat was an importnat part of me and was the realization of some very importnant things in my life. that cat was the nly good thing i had for a period of 2 years and when i had to give him to my fucking dick of a dad, i at least knew he'd be getting the things we couldn't do for him. and that's when we also realized animals are huge help to my emotions, because before we got him, even as a kid my..well, i'll come right out and say my anxiety and despression issues were already bad then, and while buddy didn't cure them, he was a huge help.
when i get to arizona, i'm adopting 2 cats. cuz buddy was always alone since dave and his lady/ies of the month and day were always working. Buddy was alone a lot of the time, and i never liked that. plus two cats would be given a home instead of 1, which is helpful. I'll probs wind up becoming the cat lady out there, since i can't help but take care of strays either. that's how buddy came into my life in the first place, he was the stray under the house that no one knew about until i was crying outside and he just came up to me. buddy was always a bit of a weird cat, but that first night was so important because he helped everyone in the house too. everyone loved my cat, and he was my cat. everyone recognized him as "ashley's cat" and he was always so good with my younger cousins, who were then a toddler and a 1st grader, so they weren't always gentle.
okay, i'm crying now, fuck. anyways, tl:dr, ota's cat is dead, she is busy and will get things sorted on here soon, no premium, school and video gmes will be my stress relief, dave the dad is still a dick. the end.