Wow, I realized how little I really use dA anymore. I still write, though it seems like no one here really ever reads it. So I've started putting some of my work on WritersCafe.org, since it is a site devoted to what I do. Whereas dA is more about visual art than written. Which is cool.

Hmmm. So what have I been up to in this long sabbatical of mine from deviantART? What has Corey been doing that has kept his creative streak dormant and tamed? Well... The story is a long one.

We'll just cover the last nine months as quickly as possible. I was kicked out of my parents house. I moved in with two of my old roommates. That last a week. My boyfriend of like...2 days at that point ruined it for me. So I moved in with him. Then we bounced all over the place because being unstable is just sooooo much fun. (Of course that was sarcasm you bitches)

My best friend led me to a new job (my old one I left because dear old mom was the boss) and after getting myself some money, I dropped my useless boyfriend like a ton of bricks. I moved in with my best friend. I got a car. I did not pay for said car. I began to get super depressed. I drank. I took pills. I wrote. I cried. I fled to Michigan.

I got a low paying job. I drank some more. I took the last of my pills. I moved onto weed. I smoked. I grew more depressed. I lost my car. I almost cut myself into little shreds. I got offered a place to stay back in Tempe, Arizona. I quit my job in Michigan. My grandparents paid for my bus fare. I traveled back to Arizona.

I moved in with my friend Paul. I just recently got a job. I wrote some more. I smoked a just a little pot. Wrote a poem or two. Now I'm typing this.

There. With as little detail was possible, you sorta know what's been happening with my life in the past 9 months or so. Fun times, huh?

Anyhow...yeah. Felt I needed to put something here. My entry on Memoirs of a Geisha was getting REALLY old.