Quickish update.
The job I was working let me go. The project they brought me in for was cancelled, so it was kinda poor planning on their part. They did give me an extra week of pay, which is pretty unheard of for a contract position. As a consulation prize, I may be starting at Wizards of the Coast on Monday, doing assistanty Art Direction for Magic the Gathering. I got to do design work at the old place, so this feels like a step back (and it's definitely a step back in pay), though it's still creative and still beats real work.
I discovered I have two new sisters today. Well, half-sisters, but, anyway, I found information out regarding my biological father. You may remember a previous journal entry about my father (or several mentions), and that's the guy who adopted me when I was 1 yr old and raised me; so he's my dad. But, somewhere out there in the world was a biological creator and that bloke, I discovered, died in 1985, at the age of 45. Four years older than me.
That guy was through a third marriage, after a failed first one that produced me and a failed second one that produced nothing. That third one produced two girls; my half sisters. I talked to one on the phone this afternoon and plan on staying in touch as long as they want to. They are both in North Carolina, though, a fuck long way from Seattle, and have funny accents.
Southerners. Whattya gonna do.
The job I was working let me go. The project they brought me in for was cancelled, so it was kinda poor planning on their part. They did give me an extra week of pay, which is pretty unheard of for a contract position. As a consulation prize, I may be starting at Wizards of the Coast on Monday, doing assistanty Art Direction for Magic the Gathering. I got to do design work at the old place, so this feels like a step back (and it's definitely a step back in pay), though it's still creative and still beats real work.
I discovered I have two new sisters today. Well, half-sisters, but, anyway, I found information out regarding my biological father. You may remember a previous journal entry about my father (or several mentions), and that's the guy who adopted me when I was 1 yr old and raised me; so he's my dad. But, somewhere out there in the world was a biological creator and that bloke, I discovered, died in 1985, at the age of 45. Four years older than me.
That guy was through a third marriage, after a failed first one that produced me and a failed second one that produced nothing. That third one produced two girls; my half sisters. I talked to one on the phone this afternoon and plan on staying in touch as long as they want to. They are both in North Carolina, though, a fuck long way from Seattle, and have funny accents.
Southerners. Whattya gonna do.
elkaen:
Tell your sisters I said "hey y'all" next time you speak with them 
elkaen:
I actually have an all ass crack pic. B took it right after the one that is posted. I'll send it to you. You can see my thong and everything. 
