D; Why can't life be a little easier?

So, it's been a really long time since I have posted or attempted any art ...and with due cause. You see, not too long ago I decided to take a leap and leave my husband. Well, that in itself is a long story... One that I'm not really looking forward to telling - -ever, so you get the point.

With the big leap, I brought on quite a bit more responsibility... Life stinks. I moved back in with my parents (not a bad place to be, but my mom does love to nag so) and I don't like to be a bother, so I've been spending a lot of time doing whatever I can to make money- -which is no easy feat considering I cannot drive and there is nothing here within walking distance. I take on web contracts, work on images here and there and make enough to pay my wee lot of bills and buy a few extra things for myself every now and then (hey, who doesn't like to buy things?).

So beyond working to try and catch up... a tropical storm rolls in off the Gulf of Mexico and our house floods. D; Sucky! We now live on concrete floors because all of the carpets were ruined. So, after the flood, and substantial days I had to take out of school due to being A) homeless B) without an internet connection C) without power for 2 weeks... my school has, without telling me, decided to kick me out.. EVEN AFTER I ALERTED THEM TO MY SITUATION. So. Bring on the lawsuit. Yep, add another project to the mill! They can't get away with that! D:<

And, that pretty much brings me up to current... Only now I am lonely and there's no one in this part of Texas that even comes close to suiting my... tastes in men. Sadly, I want to be held, but cannot, I want to be loved, but not many people show interest (if and when I do find a guy that comes close to my 'cup o' tea'). It seems the best choice I have in a guy, especially in this part of Texas, will have his jeans on the inside of his boots and a big mound of Skoal in his bottom lip. *Gag* No culture in this little Southeast Texas town. Perhaps when I can drive I'll make my first trip back to the Art Studio... Surely there's bound to be someone remotely close there - -if they are over 18 it'll be a bloody miracle.

*Sigh* Perhaps one of these days I'll find inspiration for my art work, till then, I guess I'm just going to have to look inside and see if I can't loosen up some emotional fluff. Life goes on.