anonsy

I've been lurking the bowels of dA for quite some time now, only signing in whenever I struck M-rated art. Just the other day, I met Notebook again. "Why the long face?" I queried, his scribbled face scrunched into a strange expression. "REPLACE ME BITCH." "Wh-whoa, hold on. What's with the attitude?" Huffing, Notebook began to rip through his pages, furiously displaying every sidenote, every poorly written poem, every teenage angst-ridden entry. "Oh dear." "OH DEAR IN-FUCKING-DEED." Patting my beloved notebook on his doodled cover, I assured him I'd do something about this travesty. "WELL GOOD. I'M NOT STICKING AROUND THIS SHITHOLE F