http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:fuschia-foxx&section=today deviantART RSS for by:fuschia-foxx en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 11 Dec 2009 19:46:53 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/28670743/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/28670743/ Mon, 30 Nov 2009 12:51:52 PST

To be frank - I'm getting rid of the bits I no longer desire and hopefully replace them with something more refreshed.

See you on the other side !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/28545936/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/28545936/ Tue, 24 Nov 2009 11:04:03 PST
So you never know... I might bother to do it soon, or it may be one of those things I forget about and it won't change too quickly, if at all.

I'm just not sure... I think it would be good to do a bit of cleaning up to spruce the dusty old gallery up.

Any ayes or naes?

What do you guys think?

Ta.

Foxx.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/27356057/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/27356057/ Tue, 22 Sep 2009 12:20:37 PDT
I awoke, late again from the time I originally had intended in a haze, grasping for my phone to see what time it was... After 11... Not that I had work. What I thought was that I'd be able to play CoD4 for a while before having to move from my bedroom and commence the day with others needs being considered before my own desires, and before the inhabitants stirred and procrastination would be put on a back-burner.

So anyway, I slip down the stairs and grab a Tassimo office grade coffee and rummage around the living room looking for the paper. Under the glass force field atop the coffee table it sat, mocking me... Some crappy story about an idiot schooly Twittering her details (a birthday party - at her grans - while the old dear was away at a wedding, of course the place got horded by other morons who thought a bit of casual destructiveness would be better than bringing something nice) online and landing in trouble. Faith in Humanity -50pts.

Foolishness and proliferation of "Social Networking Sites" for the pale, pasty and personaless to make a vain attempt at conforming to some trivial "social" paradigm beyond my mere mortal means of comprehension of my environment. BAH !!! I yelled at the front page and threw it down onto the glass table top. Bah... What tosh. Is there no news of impending doom that is greater than some prat having their home trashed after disclosing sensitive information over the internet with no consideration of the consequences.

Idiots !!!

Anyhoo... My foul temper and cynical outlook was soon quashed by a... Dare I say... Delightful advertisement. Morrisons selling copies of 'Halo3 ODST' for £29.99, with my staff discount that was quite a nice price. So I got breakfast, groomed myself and dashed down to the supermarket and grabbed my copy. Of course there's a rule when I buy a new game - people always demand my immediate attention and I can't just sit and play !!!

Damn it !!! I just wanna play my game !!! Lol.

So

Fuschia Foxx is my gamertag on XBOX live - if you wanna play Halo then drop me a line, if not, that's fine too.

Hooray for ODST !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/27013975/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/27013975/ Fri, 04 Sep 2009 11:54:38 PDT
Hopefully a few mercenary T-cells and macrophages shall eliminate the insurgent microbes and Fuschia shall be back in full working order soon, though it's at the "caustic snot" stage where my nose feels like it's on fire and the goop that manages to trickle down my throat feels disgusting as well.

Damn it, damn it all to hell!!!!

You damn dirty spores !!!!

There's also work at the hour prior to the ever later crack of dawn, but these things are inevitable.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/26060225/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/26060225/ Mon, 20 Jul 2009 07:34:54 PDT
[link] !!!

Want to know more?

enquiries@fuschia-foxx.com

Until then... Not much else will be going on !!!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/25602395/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/25602395/ Sun, 28 Jun 2009 08:59:35 PDT
Need to find better work in order to be able to have more free time, away from the consumer whores that plague my place of work.

So tired of giving people plastic bags to put their plastic wrapped foodstuffs in.

What the f*ck is with the plastic obsession ???

Go get some f*cking sunlight and stop buying pointless trinkets - there's a financial downturn on !!!!

Weave yourself a carrier bag out of dried grasses and strips of bark damn it!!!

"Fuck all the laws."

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/25157062/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/25157062/ Sat, 06 Jun 2009 07:32:28 PDT
Me (Maroon Meerkat) and my matey (Scarlet Skunk) were playing on XBOX live after buying the new maps from the game market for Halo 3. The map sandbox is cool as cool can be, I love just mucking around in forge with that, but still - not the point.

We decided, may has well reengage with the rest of the pale pasty and probably slightly overweight on average community over the internet.

Of course we had an an idiot on our team who just had to be the M.C. we try to communicate about the enemies position after confrontations with the blue team and all I get is torrents of the same banter that seems to be rife in Halo 3 online comms.

"What's that f*gg*t?" and "You sound like you have a d*ck in your mouth?" etc. All that homophobic nonsense that the people spouting can't let go of, because to some degree they must be more amused by flapping their lips than playing the game. Scarlet had lag (due to sharing his connection with Chubbzilla66 in the next room playing COD5 or something... as well as a laptop streaming videos no doubt!) and so wasn't faring well on the 'kills' or even 'deaths' part, just slowly plodding along doing fairly well with what he had to work with e.g. red/yellow connection...

Anyhoo this yankee prat would not let go of his kill score, and let's face it if your trying to kill somebody at a distance and theirs foaming saliva coming from some daft yank flowing into your ear via a mike, it is distracting. This was detrimental to my score, which was still reasonably kick-ass, something like 21 kills with a +16 k/d spread. So after it, the moron, who I'm not going to name as it may have been a one off and so deserves not to be ridiculed so harshly for now challenged myself and Scarlet Skunk to a custom game me n' Scarlet vs. This prat and his crony (of which there were 3 at one point which swiftly reverted back to 2), on one of my favourite courses - Guardian. Of course I had made a couple of demands e.g. standard layout, weapons, settings.

This came from previous experience (and demolishing opponents in other challenges) of people changing the variables to suit what they think will give them an advantage, but it usually a downfall.

Anyway - we PWNED them. Spanked them, while using pink armour just to show our manliness.

The moral is - be a dong and get beat.

So the annoying gnat was told to 'get the fuck off my internet', and of course he did.

Though I'm still waiting for my friend request to get accepted...

However, it does raise the question of "Why be such a dribble-lip anyway?"

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/24802535/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/24802535/ Sun, 17 May 2009 10:19:59 PDT
I ask you fellow scourer of the wold wide web... Can you remember any digit from 1 to 12 for more than a minute. Think of say... 7, wait a moment, walk 20 yards and what number are you thinking of? If it's not 7, then go hang from the ceiling from a power cord.

I'm talking of course of the menagerie of morons that visit "W.M. Morrisons" (whom are too concerned about covering their own arses and accumulating cash than to give a damn about their mechanised and or organic employee's mental health... e.g. Getting driven slowly mad by a horde of dribble-lipped idiots who do not deserve to be given the benefit of the doubt that they have the capacity to do little more than breathe!!!

Old people are fucking rude. Rude as any other fucking monkey that visits that mediocre excuse for a retail giant.

Let us consider some supermarket strategies:

Asda's strategy - A tonne of monetary back up from mother Walmart means they can push prices of consumer crap through the floor and still remain viable.

Tesco's strategy - Just neglect the place and consumer whores shall still wander in and grab everything with a red and yellow label attached promising it's 'reduced' or 'half price' or 'buy one get one free' on rubbish you don't really need, but must have.

Morrisons strategy - "Strive to be the best greengrocer" - Is a pile of faeces, boiled in urine on a hot day, basically, brow-beat and/or reprogramme your employees to within an inch of their sanity and have a bunch of trained apes which adhere to the rule book best as 'managers'. Jesus H. Christ on a spit, what a fucking mess.

I'm pretty sure there's some legal mumbo-jumbo about letting me recharge before I'm dragged back into the dump. I finished one night at 10:00 pm, then am in the next day at 6:30am !?!?? That's what... 10 'til 10 is 12 hours therefore... 3& a half hours less than that is... 9 and a half hours? (Correct me if I'm wrong on that part.) That's pretty shit, no? And to have to face the fucking locals for hours on end is soul-destroying, it really is. If I had a soul.

Every time it's the same rude homnids, no fucking care about sneezing or coughing right in your face. Nice... we have a pandemic of a strange flu virus from Mexican pigs and your just spreading your aerosols of saliva bacteria and viruses for me to inhale and have my immune system defend from additional assaults, apart from working in a place where I bet the air quality is lower than bog-standard from the colour the dust on the pumps is. it is black by the way.

Diesel and petrol fumes, standing most if not all of the time behind a counter with rude retards who can't speak their own language properly on the other side of it. How fucking hard is it to not be so rude? (I'm being a hypocrite by swearing, but it emphasizes the point here). I'm tired of having shit flung at me instead of being placed on the counter as a NORMAL INDIVIDUAL would do, no? Is it that hard to PLACE something down. Or hand me the fucking loyalty card you fucking dirty festering excuses for maggots, never mind 'eople' !!!

Remember your pump number!!! It shouldn't be my responsibility to tell you where you filled up - your grown-ups so start acting like it. I'm still young and am supposed to be able to observe others acting with etiquette and some small degree of morality. People who are clearly older than me that act as big babies isn't exactly setting a good example for the 'youths'. Maybe if you acted like adults the 'youths' would see an example to follow, all I see is consumer whores eating the world too quickly.

We're sentient beings, no? The ability to articulate ourselves in a civilized manner is part of the argument to say we're different (to a degree) from animals. Not so. The evidence I'm seeing is I'd rather serve a pigeon than some of the tools that come in through that door.

Smelly people:

Get a fucking wash! We're being polite by putting up with the pungent, rancid odours you produce but for God's sake - ever heard of soap and hot water, followed by a splash of Mitchum?

Rude people:

1. "Can I have," if you want cigarettes will allow you to gain so much more respect from me, rather than just "20 Mayfair," in your strange nasal tones.

2. Stop coughing/sneezing in my general direction when I'm less than 1 meter away. It's rude and honestly - fucking disgusting. More vulgar than this rant I'm scrawling is coughing at someone,... ]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/24533251/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/24533251/ Fri, 01 May 2009 15:36:49 PDT
Hurrah for cold milk!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/24371307/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/24371307/ Wed, 22 Apr 2009 03:45:12 PDT
Thanks to my Fathers side of my family (quite a big side) for not bothering to send me a card to say "Hey, we remember you exist - we never see you, but we know you're still alive!" Perhaps it's because I 'came out' and they've some arbitrary moral objection to my lifestyle... I don't care about that, I'd just like a reason to justify it with. Gimme your reason!!! Fickle bitches.

At least my Mum's side were kind enough to spend a few pence on a stamp !!!

Anyhoo, there was also the fact I had to cook for 9 people on my BIRTHDAY !!!

Why did I have to? I thought it was supposed to be the other way around... Not that I was that bothered, my boyfriend (assorted gods/divine entities bless him) got me a lovely new cooking pot and an absolutely gorgeous new 7" meat cleaver. Oh, that cleaver - I call her Sharlene, so pretty and so well designed to carry out her function. So, TheAvatar626 (), Sharlene the meat cleaver and Fuschia Foxx prepared a delicious chicken and chorizo arribiata with garlic bread. Let's just say that 2000yr old hippie has nothing on me about feeding the masses.

Then, no cake?!?!? T.T No cake... How disillusioning. T.T

But, once again - TheAvatar626 came to my rescue with a... Spongebob cake. He wanted to get "The Falcon of Justice" on it (A character in my Universe so keep your copyright infinging mits off it!) but ASDA (retards - not impressed with them!) said it had copyright issues - it's my FUCKING CHARACTER - I OWN THE RIGHTS HE'S MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, MY BABY!!! And this retarded supermarket chain... wouldn't let my boyfriend put it on my birthday cake for a nice surprise? T.T @.@ *.* T.T AAAAAAAAARRRGHHHH !!!!

I didn't mind the lack of congratulations compared to no cake... That just hurt that my sister couldn't be bothered to go to the local Tesco and just pull something off the shelf... Mum can't do it, she can't walk, Dad's busy at work...

It sounds so superficial but, damn it, is it that hard? T.T

Well, it's over now so I binged for rubbish on ebay to ease the pain... (and help the economy recover?)... Lol.

Maybe next year will be a better one?

Thanks for reading...

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/23268083/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/23268083/ Wed, 18 Feb 2009 09:14:03 PST
Essentially I check now and then, but recently the pillar of sentience - science - has been calling and I had to find out what she wanted. Damn investigations, projects, assignments etc. So the other pillar of sentience - art - is probably annoyed at me so, I'm very sorry... Oh, how I should have tended to both. How I should have checked my comments!!! I may have caught the link that lovely visitor left on "Uber Fox" to see what it was in regards to !!! How I bring shame to DA.

I'm a bad fox!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/22837080/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/22837080/ Tue, 27 Jan 2009 05:09:26 PST
Oh, I don't want to stop at the moment, hence my lack of activity here. I might post a couple of pages later on, once it's been polished from the raw reems of text.



Yay creativity!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/21911826/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/21911826/ Wed, 10 Dec 2008 09:26:52 PST
Survive?

Is there anything I've forgotten... Wait, Paisley will be available for any straggling bits n' pieces I hope. I don't think I could put up with that again, not for another year at least... Though I never did get to visit Osiris to see.

Spend it?

Why do I feel a lack of serotonin?

Is it the poor weather, lack of light and heat?


Also, does anyone share the similar feelings of being lost when wandering around a city center by yourself, parasites coming from the malestrom of humans. Missionary workers, charity workers, people handing out fliers about religions and faiths, social objectives and ideals, beggars especially beggars. Had a girl walk up to me and hand me a note saying something along the lines of:

"I am bosnian girl with three little brothers my father died when I was very young we are all very hungry please donate."

Aside from dubious grammar, the story seemed very dubious as well and so I walked away with a stern "No.". Damn that felt good, last time I gave pizza to a beggar woman and she just discarded it, she must have been starving to throw something still warm away. What ingrates...

Then there was hauling around what I'd acquired for family and friends for Crimbo... My shoulder muscles are quite stiff today, which is probably contributing to my reluctance to move from my comfy perch on the couch.

AAAARGH !!! Need to get a shower and get some work done. Hmmm... Also working on the old story "The Creepy Pomagranate..." which is in my gallery, I let some people read it and it seems to have generated interest.

More later.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/20915110/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/20915110/ Fri, 10 Oct 2008 03:06:23 PDT
The grey clouds roll and frolic across the sky, becoming one with each other and splitting...

Whatevs.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/20844653/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/20844653/ Sun, 05 Oct 2008 15:19:30 PDT
Like any other in some respects - in many respects come to think of it - but unique in a few ways which seems to let it scrape past the finishing line in the race of "Which day is unique" where other menial days strive to be remembered as not too sad or bland to be forgotten for all eternity...

Anyhoo. I was going off on a tangent there...

Yes, today. Today... Ah, yes - The QE2 (HMS Queen Elisabeth II) had it's final port of call before buggering off to become some rich Arab's hotel, floating on a sea of oil. It's semi-final port of call - Greenock. Hurrah...

An excuse for the locals to come out from thier caves and from under the boulders, between the cracks in the cliffs and wander down to the esplinade... About 11-12 hours before the thing is due to bugger off in some pseudo-romantic journey to be stuck forever... Whymsical, no?

Not one bit.

I was working at the Morrison's petrol station, of course every Thomas, Richard and Harold decided this would be the best place to pick up refreshments, despite the geographical skew this plan had. *COUGH* Tesco *COUGH* would have been closer to the site, but not as pretty to look at from their cars. The police were out in force, e.g. you could actually see them lurking - some even so bold as to be on foot !!!

Obviously there to keep order... Yes.

But, basically - when I work a Sunday it's usually dead. Dead after 6:30pm anyway... Not today. Tonnes of tourists (visiting Greenock? Proposterous !!!), cheeky arsehole of an ice cream man... What a friggin' child the man was. He was wining because I had to count all the shrapnel he had tried to pass off as the charge for his fuel. It's a rule that I have to count all this change, not that I wanted to...

Some people...

Basically, the general public are tolerable in small doses... A steady flow is fine, hoardes of them... Not so good.

One example was about 20:32 - a lady wanders in. "Do you sell coffee?"

I reply: "We do have jars of coffee... Is that any help"

Lady: "No, your sign said "Cafe" on it and you don't sell coffee..."

A lightning bolt struck my head... "You don't go into the main store and ask for unleaded do you?"...

I don't know... I think I was born to be put into a lab environment, or out in field work away from the general public...

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Oh, tomorrow - due to my own stupidity, I will miss 2 lectures at Uni to work. I am worried as lectures are very important... What will I miss? What information will I not be able to acquire directly due to my own stupidity, over-selling my time for a few extra quid...

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/20682425/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/20682425/ Fri, 26 Sep 2008 07:51:56 PDT
I'm having one of those.

Tried to apply online at SAAS for student loan + tuition fees but I tapped in the wrong password or something. To be honest I think this is like when I had to bug E/A for failing on their side . I had copied the details straight from an old e-mail i got from last year !!! Nothings changed, yet now I have to wait until someone re-activates my 'denied' () account with them. F*cking beurocrats !!!! Fucking RED TAPE !!!

Essentially the formula would be:

SAAS = + -

I hate this so much right now... I'm trying to get a frikkin' degree, achieve something and the fuckin' tuition fee beurocrats are causing me inconvenience by asking questions that don't match up to the apparent answers in the database !!! AAAAARRGGHH !!!!!

And I have to go work at the petrol station !!! AAAARRGH !!!!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/20387746/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/20387746/ Mon, 08 Sep 2008 08:22:47 PDT
Spore is excellent !!!

However, I have been having some trouble 'logging in' - it appears there are errors about 'registration key' or something, though it registered for installation. I have been looking on EA's site, calling customer service etc.

The code was apparently okay, but according to forums - there may be problems with the servers getting hammered. Not enough server - loads of users .

So hopefully it'll fix soon.

Offline is fine, but I wanna play online !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/19873828/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/19873828/ Sun, 10 Aug 2008 06:01:33 PDT
Relating to D/A:

Not much... Replied to a couple of messages, pretty much all my activity in a nutshell.

Feeling that I could write or draw a little something for D/A...

Not relating to D/A:

Been on holiday for a week.

Swirling stomach and dehydrated brain = Too much fermented vegetable juice last night... Oww...

Admiring my new rapier and classic wooden pistol... When the economy crumbles I will be able to be a highwayman !!! Stopping those filthy aristocrats from getting too rich, and possibly dispensing the profits amongst my fellow peasants...

Need to discover way to prevent myself from getting sick feelings after a mediocre.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18885920/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18885920/ Tue, 17 Jun 2008 04:36:36 PDT
I wear BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.

I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.

I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.

I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.

I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.

I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.

I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.

I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.

I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.

I'm JAMICAN so I must smoke weed.

I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.

I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.

I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.

I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.

I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.

I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.

I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.

I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a stuck up whore.

I wear skirts a lot, so I MUST be a slut.

I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.

I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.

I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.

I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.

I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a big peter.

I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.

I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.

I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.

I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.

I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.

I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.

I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a whore.

I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.

I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.

I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO

I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.

I'm HAWAIIAN, so I MUST be lazy.

I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude.

I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon and fried chicken.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST have a small penis.

I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.

I'm PREP, so I MUST be rich.

I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.

I’m CHRISTIAN, so I MUST hate gay people.

I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.

I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.

I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.

I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.

I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse

I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist

I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.

I watch PORN so I MUST be perverted.

I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.

I am AMERICAN so I MUST be an obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.

I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.

I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.

I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.

I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST have bad teeth.

I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet.

I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE

I care about the ENVIRONMENT, so I MUST be a tree hugging hippy

I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan

I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion

I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blonde blue-eyed lesbian.

I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.

I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG.

I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.

I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.

I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED

I don’t CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast

I'm SWEDISH, so I MUST be WHITE.

I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.

I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s

I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.

I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.

I’m RUSSIAN, so I MUST love Vodka and Caviar.

~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18851777/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18851777/ Sun, 15 Jun 2008 09:26:20 PDT


]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18742323/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18742323/ Mon, 09 Jun 2008 05:09:54 PDT
Hence is why I wrote a thread for the "Complaints" forum about how much people talking during a movie annoys the hell out of me.

Also, on Saturday - woke up with an evil, positively malevolent, hangover from hell. Puking, sweating, shivering, puking, pounding headache... Couldn't even keep water down for most of that day. The phone ringing was like a burglar alarm stuck in my ear hole... Owww... Combined with nausea... I thought a coma would be just dandy.

Well, I deserved that one. I hadn't been out for getting slaughtered for a long time, and mixing stout, ale and 'goldshlager' or whatever that toxic acrylamide like gel was.... Ewwww.... Never again. I say that now, but only in moderation shall booze pass my lips from now on. I can't hack wasting a weekend day vomiting and looking like shit. Too nasty... Too unpleasant to even remember, my stomach churns at the very memoirs. I can still feel the texture of thick, gloopy cinnamon flavoured licquer dribbling down my throat...

Sick. Sick. Sick. Disgusting...

But, now I am still looking for work. Morrisons are having me an interview tommorow, the college apparently wants me back for over summer... Who knows, this may work out..?

Anyhoo... I'm away for some water.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18504941/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18504941/ Mon, 26 May 2008 04:23:46 PDT
This is just awful... There's so much paper rubbish just flying up on my goggles, wrapping around my face, there's just no need for so much paper !!!

I think it's due to my 'cold' still plaguing me a month after the initial infection thread... My sinuses are still blocked up with a viscous fluid that no matter how much effort I put into clearing it, it sticks and I breathe through my mouth until the next time I feel it making a dash for my nostrils. This is terrible... Is it a sign of depression or hay fever...?

I don't know...

I also 'celebrate' having 1800+ page views !!! YAY !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18384768/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18384768/ Sun, 18 May 2008 14:41:14 PDT
Deviantart is always different, the "Popular" section hardly changes, but that's due to a weakness by the viewing public as well as self-perpetuation on the artist's side... Nothing is a surprise there.
The forums a buzz with opinions. The deviants who spend too much time there should swap me for a weekend though... Lol.

I have no idea, the Sunday has been dull and hence I don't not have much tale to regale people with.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18288393/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18288393/ Mon, 12 May 2008 12:04:34 PDT
This doesn't mean I'm buggering off - no, then the busy-bodies wouldn't have anyone to auto-correct, would they? Anyhoo - it's been a lovely past few days, most hours of them I've spent revising microbial ecology... Bah.

Well - exam tomorrow, so rest tonight.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18222449/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18222449/ Thu, 08 May 2008 06:04:56 PDT Me and Psychotron agree, being brutally honest is the best way to go... If you've got something to say - say it. Who cares what the pseudo-sophisticated masses of wannabe critics have to say, they don't know anything...

I did the personality test... The result:

INTP - The "Engineer"

"INTPs are relatively easy-going and amenable to most anything until their principles are violated, about which they may become outspoken and inflexible. They prefer to return, however, to a reserved albeit benign ambiance, not wishing to make spectacles of themselves."

"INTPs are logical, individualistic, reserved, and very curious individuals. They focus on ideas, theories and the explanation of how things work. They are especially adept at discussions and debate. They have the ability to focus intently on a subject. They appreciate and respect intelligence in others."

The part about respecting others intelligence is probably when they're not being a be all and end all know it all.. This deviant knows who it is...

That is pretty much me in a nutshell...

Take the test: [link]

You may be surprised. It may shut you up for a while, it's not a miracle test, but it might...

Anyways, I felt rather surprised and dare I say, complimented when I read that... So yes, I am the Engineer of Destruction. *air guitar*

YEAH !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18207827/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18207827/ Wed, 07 May 2008 07:12:26 PDT
]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18207640/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18207640/ Wed, 07 May 2008 06:52:28 PDT
In other forums I try to help, complaints is to be rough and cruel... It's part of the natural order, the sociological experiment that is deviantart. I'm afraid morality on the internet is like butter on a video recorder - it isn't going to make it softer, or taste better, especially in a forum which is designed for just going mad. Why else would it be complaints...?

People expect rubbish when writing a thread. The moment I hit "return" on my keyboard I thought - now, there will be people who get it... and people who won't... I have put this up, not out of contempt for specific individuals, but as contempt for the concept. I read the newspaper... Every day is an article about how Britain's turning to the dreg sucking, loose knickered, lard loving nation we tried to avoid.

Bubble-wrapping problems isn't going to help.

If you watch bbc news, we think we police the world - reporters in far flung corners of the Earth, telling the political gossip...

What about at home...?

Who gives a crap about the fat b*stards and alcoholics costing us £££'s in A and E...?

As a smoker - the tax I pay on cigarettes can buy me new lungs !!!

What about the people on the burroo/gyro - getting money for nothing? Jobs are scarce - pish-posh, jobs are just 'difficult' and people can't hack it.

What happened to hard-core UK, everyone worked hard, were civilized to each other, used their vocabulary, laughed at pain, kept a stiff upper lip, minded their own busyness, helped out/respected their elderly counterparts...?

It died... Just like my idea of what Britain should be like/probably was according to the anecdotes. Now it's all about the lazy, the fool is the one who works now, the true slave drivers are these people who suckle at the government's teat with benefits...

I stand by what I say because everyone needs a 'bad guy' to point at. Well here I am, the 'bad guy'... Feeling better yet?

I am the BAD GUY... Woo. Get over it.

You need the bad guy, the one who doesn't quite conform to the majority opinions... It brings balance, helps you feel better about yourselves, gives you all a reason to look in your inbox... "What's the bad guy saying...? Ooohh... I can't wait to tell him how wrong he is !!!" - WTF? Lol.

I am the fox that attacks the chickens - Love it or leave it.

I may copy this to a forum, just the part about Britain's problems... However I want to go outside, it's sunny and warm... No doubt some angelic deviants shall crush my bad guy statements with contempt, thus perpetuating the goodness... Yes.

Again, you don't know me - you know what I make people perceive as me during a skirmish over a few words. It touched a few raw nerves, and brought out a couple of deviants to say "Hey, I agree with some of that but not other bits...", others get on their high horses, others plain disagree and the special group of deviants... the ones that read it and don't reply at all.

And with that, I take my beret off... Put it to my chest, apologize whole-heartedly to the poor deviants who happen to have suffered. And then put my beret back on, then open my mouth wide, breathe deep and say "Shit happens...".

Thanks.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18206041/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/18206041/ Wed, 07 May 2008 02:54:10 PDT
I posted a quick "complaint" about binge drinking culture in the UK, after reading several 'complaints' threads replying with an opinion then thinking "Well if people post this rubbish, my thread should yield some interesting results, lets see how the deviants think about this issue."

Then I have had the usual bombardment of the idiots. "Your being general, you big generalist..." - if I were too specific, no doubt these people would complain about that too... They don't seem to understand that a forum, especially 'complaints' should not be taken seriously. You know who you are...

How seriously they take it surely correlates to their own self importance... (That's a Null Hypothesis... Perhaps to be investigated...?)

I have been surprised to find the mixed bag of results. A good wad, bordering on the majority (which is a bloody shame...) just try to score points, pointing out small errors, making out that a generalized statement has never been heard of, breaking internet taboos of an ancient and sacred nature. The electronic world of the web is meant for the free exchange of ideas, unfortunately a lot of people like to express their anal side not just having a good opinion.

Too many knit-pickers not enough sewing staff.

I stand in front of these people and say: "Get over yourselves, you read it - you didn't have to reply. It was that little busy-body inside that compelled you to do it, secretly spoiling for a fight... Ha. "

I noticed it was a couple of UK deviants actually responded properly, as well as I think an Australian/NZ deviant. Then the hyenas who hang around waiting for me to say something ridiculous to laugh at and boom - again I think people need to calm down a bit.

I'm alright with "Help with life," - I do try and give the best advice possible. "Complaints" is just to rant about something, even if it's complete bollocks - just to get it off your chest... Yet, people expect you to be almost scientific in your argumentative statement. If I were being scientific, it wouldn't be posted on a DA forum now would it? (It would be DS)

Unless they come up with a scientific forum, why pray-tell should a 'complaint' have to be specific..?

Also, most of the deviants replying weren't from the UK. Perhaps Britain focuses too much on the subject of binge drinking and the shocking growth in the numbers of the more so-called 'sensible' sex becoming like men in skirts?

Most messages were just feeble jibes, I'm afraid that if that's what pours out of their oral cavity I'll be shoving it into a different orifice when I give them a message in return.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17953063/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17953063/ Mon, 21 Apr 2008 03:13:36 PDT
Also, been rearranging my desk so that way I can have my main machine, the old iMac and the new Macbook together in a duet of goodness. Plus my Dad was rather sneaky and nicked some software from his work for my new machine in order to be able to design and render things on it. So, photoshop...

This was just to upate from last week's journal entry. Also, on the forums - why doesn't anyone reply to my sometimes ridiculous comments..? Are they fearful of my tongue..? My way with words..? The ability to convince eskimos that they do require a fridge..? Not 100% sure on that...

Have a lovely day.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17827816/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17827816/ Sun, 13 Apr 2008 08:23:44 PDT
Excellent... excellent...

I miss the old machine, but the new one is comforting me with it's immense power and speed !!! Oh my...

My machine !!!

My boyfriend !!!

Whee hee hee !!!

We shall be celebrating our first aniversery tommorow, my birthday the day after... The only bad thing ("bad" in a loose term as a new oppertunity may arise from it...) will be my contract as a laboratory technician would be ending soon so I'll have to look for new work...

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17826522/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17826522/ Sun, 13 Apr 2008 06:32:09 PDT
"Old black PowerBook ain't what she used to be... Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be.."

"Sunrise... Sunset... Sunrise... Sunset..." *Sob*

I'll miss her... So much... Even though she's going to be sitting atop the old radio, telling each other takes of when they were the cutting edge... I cannot say how much I appreciate the new technology, but I shall also miss the old technology with it's coal slot and hot hard drive which makes my leg sweat whenever it sat upon my lap.

The excitement of the new machine... It's dormant in it's packaging at the moment, dare I crack open it's crypt and give rise to the new fast pace great storage space machine..?

I know I'm beyond help when I'm anthropomorhisising a piece of technology as if it were human... But, we've been through so much together... I've written so many articles, essays, rants, stories, poems, annecdotes, jokes... *sigh* Oh, well... I cannot feel sympathy for creatures running the race in natural selection, so I best take on the same stance with the technological race.

This machine is too creaky and old for the modern super highway of information that bombards machines, may she surf the broadband of the tech heavens.

Anyhoo, this is Fuschia Foxx, signing off from the old girl and moving on to greener pastures with higher spec.

Goodbye for now (It's basically I'll be using a different computer, my DA account won't change... Not that anyone gives a flying f***... Lol.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17620254/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17620254/ Tue, 01 Apr 2008 04:18:53 PDT
Nice one DA.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17378714/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17378714/ Mon, 17 Mar 2008 12:25:13 PDT
The tale to be told is written below:

I returned home from work, absolutely famished, my stomach ached and intestined squirmed as if I hadn't eaten in days. This of course was not true, I had vegetable soup for lunch yet my digestive tract seemed to disregaurd this fact with some contempt and demanded food... This concept rang through my whole body on the walk home, my brain flashing images of a banquet of such delights as a big slab of roast beef, mixed vegetables and mashed potato... No such luck.

What happened to welcome me was the stench of stale cigarette smoke whafting from the kitchen, Pauline was having "A fly fag." This smell didn't discourage my stomach from twisting and rumbling as I ransacked the freezer for a potential meal. There it was... A poor fishes corpse, frozen to the spot. Hidden within a red box with such appetising images of the golden batter wrapping the white fish flesh, a serving suggestion according to the picture was copious amounts of chips. Yum !!!

Unfortunately, this was a pipe-dream.

I had scanned the instructions, the time for the fish to be cooked was roughly 200C for 25-30 minutes. I had peeled the potatoes while watching Transformers on 'op' - the childrens T.V. channel. The fish was in the oven "cooking", the chips - well, the potato - was thrown in the deep-friar 15 minutes before the zero-hour and gastronomical satisfaction... Do not worry reader, the anti-climax is coming, be patient...

Time had ground past, the time came to eat. I whipped the fish fillet out of the oven and bunged it onto the plate, chips still screaming silently from being exposed to boiling fat were flung onto the plate. I sunk my fork into the fish corpse... Stuck the piece of white meat into my mouth, ready to taste the succulent flavours the animal had died for to give me.

It was undercooked !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17359047/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17359047/ Sun, 16 Mar 2008 07:56:40 PDT
All the misery, cynnical thoughts, darkness, depression, loathing, hatred, destructive fantasies, blackest thoughts come to me in a vortex. Swirling in front of me as I look out of my window into a reasonably beautiful outside, the sun's presence lifting the moods of the small town idiots that wander around in their track-suits. Drinking thier cheap wine and signing onto, suckling up to the Gyro, the teat of the breast which is social care.

Social care, State help, the Gyro, whatever terminology is used to "help" the unemployed to find work. Piss in a jar. As much use as an ashtray on a motorbike. My, my boss's, my father's, my friend's, my boyfriend's, his family's taxes - given to under-achievers. The idiots from the back of the class that "Jist cudnae dae it... Sur... Sur... I cannae dae it..." F*ck off...

Get a menial job. Who cares..? Be a cleaner, work at McDonalds for the rest of your natural life, deliver kebabs but do NOT use the Gyro forever !!! Your existance can be so offensive to the people who sweat for money, the government take their cut... And spend it on idiots..? "This is not a just system !!!" - I cry, to no avail... People would gather around to emphasise the feeble nature of my cries - reminding me that the system was never fair, never just and I should just get on with it... Letting my bubbling rage fester, in a miserable incarcination known as "The System"...

F*ck you. Fuck your idea that the state is going to molly-coddle you from NHS cradle to Council bought grave... Plebian, ignorant, artificially blonded, orange faced, perpetually pregnant, pseudo-Scottish, Buck-fast swilling, Gyro Jockeys !!!!!

That's one little thread of the tapestry that holds me in Darkness... I have established that the World is unfair, cruel, will swallow you up, all that noise. Every fantasy is rife with crippling compromises...

Fuschia's Quote of Today, Tommorow and The Day After...

"Hatred and rage are my bread and butter half the time. Love and friends is my air and water..."

- Fuschia Foxx.

I have worked out (just as I type) how good that little quote I made up was... I'll leave you to translate your own meanings from it.

I think that was quite good...

Now the rain has shifted away, the sun tries to beam onto the moist ground... reflecting a bright white with a most subtle hint of yellow. The sky has turned miraculously from greys and whites of mixed shades to a beautiful bright blue... The trees have stopped shaking and tremoring in the wind, now stand as if proud gathering as much light energy as possible...

I can't be bothered anymore... I'm just in a mood.. Hmph.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17142547/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17142547/ Sun, 02 Mar 2008 02:58:11 PST
Also - Happy Mothers Day Everyone (Everyone who has a Mum, I guess and those who had surrogates, or conical flasks with the buffer solution and appropriate food and oxygen supplies... Thank the biomedical scientists, the biologists, Charles Darwin for the theory of Evolution, which in a way would be making all this possible.) - I went off on a tangent !!! Yay !!! Yay Mothers (and Fathers for being in the mood that fateful evening...) !!!

Anyhoo - I shall hopefully follow the feelings, the winds of electro-magnetic mish-mash straining my mind to put pen to paper, ink to medium, paint to canvas, digital spray to digital pad of white pixels... Who knows !!! Perhaps nothing would come of this..? I am unsure, perhaps the moment my pencil begins constructing the crude and primitive creature - my urge to create shall cease to be and with that the animal in creation would be terminated before creation..?

Fortunately this is my Universe, so there are no pro-life groups who insist on creating it, just because I started and decided "No, this one won't suceed, let's save natural selection the bother and stop now,".

Anyhoo - hopefully I shall have something good made...

Love you all (but especially -TheAvatar626) !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17038119/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17038119/ Sun, 24 Feb 2008 08:41:06 PST
I have been getting to grips with the basic functions of photoshop... again... This time I have managed to manipulate the 'magic wand' tool to highlight more accurately the pixels I want to colour, without eating into the black (original) line work from the scanned in. Turns out the lower the tolerance, the less higher the difference in colour change is required to highlight the neibouring pixels e.g. it won't highlight what it percieves as dark grey along with the white pixels that were intended to highlight.

Yay !!!

So if your reading this, look at my gallery !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17029460/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/17029460/ Sat, 23 Feb 2008 17:24:38 PST
The first to be coloured was the "Anatomy of Vulpes portokali," which didn't have the same thickened lines as "Fuschia's Soda Explosion," - which I think after scanning and addition to the gallery was rather good. It took a second look, but the piece was one of those which I looked at and was happy with the work... Unlike last weeks... Corrosive thought waves, self destruction and absolute ridicule of my style - which I have came to accept and now can think "It's mine, no one else's and i can tweak it to what i like, just have to work at it..."

Oh, well... Take a look at my works !!!

You took the time to read this, didn't you..?

Don't answer that, I shall trust my reader...

Tatty-bye for now.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/16931568/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/16931568/ Sun, 17 Feb 2008 15:04:56 PST
So, I'll put it here:

Fuschia's Moment of Darkness... A Sunday...

How could I... your work is better than mine, and if yours isn't popular, what does that reflect upon mine...?
A different style... like calling a retard 'special',
Sorry about that, but...
I sometimes think I should just quit while I'm ahead...
Art... art isn't art anymore,
Art isn't just sheer creation anymore, this 'form' thing, the self-perpetuating confusion - art, much like myself, can't believe it's art anymore...
Post-modernism, like algae across a stagnant pond...
Sunday... I hate you,
Callum I love you,
Believe me.... I think this is another straw...
I hate my style,
It's not what I want...
I have developed, developed, changed, tweaked - yet still...
Nowhere near what my imagination creates, fantasy, clashes with reality as black with colour...
Muddy brown and toxic sludge...
I still hate my style...
I don't think I shall ever actually like-like a piece,
It's all half-hearted, or over-worked,
I cannot create what I imagine... 
I cannot fly, merlely struggle, flutter and fall...
The ground of reality hit's me hard... my form is... bad really... 
But, it's this hatred of my style which perpetuates my motion towards creating that "wow...." piece I strive for...
Was near, paint is more comfortable than ink and pencil... pastel and charcoal.... 
It is more... welcoming... it welcomes me with a colourful embrace...

End.

There it is... And this was created by my irritation, somewhat irrational irritation... This was created by the image I had sat and stared at, some "popular" piece...

"Popular"..? Ha. A 'gothic' girl sat upon a burgundy leather couch with legs oh, so 'carelessly' drifting apart... PSEUDO-ART !!! What happened to sweating over a creation..? Not just dressing up, giving the sexually frustrated deviants some masturbation material..? That in itself would take some real imagination... A creative mind indeed... Perhaps this is what makes it art...?

The "Popular" section, farce... I see nothing different. This is another ranking system established by what..? Self-perpetuation... Very well... Very well... No longer about making statements, but "pretty pictures"... No problem there, I suppose that's a corner-stone of art. It all depends on the viewer, the reader, the observer, the artist, the writer...

Speaking of which - Some of these pictures, even though on deviantART for all to see, have more personal connotations than others... For example a piece that was hand created for me by another as a 'Valentines Day' gift... This was added as a favourite before the scanner had even cooled by a deviant with an unhealthy obsession with a certain pop musician... Anyhoo - personal gift piece, snapped up by some random... Is nothing sacred...? Well... The internet is international waters in a way, but in what culture do you nick someone's Valentine piece...? I don't know...

"Art" herself/himself (for a non-anthropomorphic look itself), confused now... Self inflicting advertisement, an overall reduction in the art-diversity, the post-modern algae has spread over the so called 'art community' of 'movers and shakers'... The "influential" artists of our time, pickling livestock and jumping on unwashed bed-sheets.

I know this is just a bitch fit, but it's Sunday, my day of misery/depression/bubbling darkness which happens to have a chronological flash-point of which happens to be Sunday. This is the day I cannot put up with anything that perpetuates itself in bent light... SHOW ME YOUR TRUE FORM !!!!

A note to my fellow "hidden" artists, whose style, they may resent having established - or just having an off day once and a while (or in my case like clockwork)... Have you ever looked at the "Popular" section and said "... What the hell is this doing here..." ? Me too. Me too, my hidden brethren.

I love you all.

Especially you TheAvatar626, as you sit and listen to me rant away... http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/16702324/ Sun, 03 Feb 2008 07:23:46 PST
It may surprise/shock/amuse/entertain/bore/kill you !!!

Yay !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/16577671/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/16577671/ Sat, 26 Jan 2008 07:48:37 PST
Excellent design. I mean, it's only been a couple of days since I logged in and the sudden change is so refreshing.

I know it sounds peculiar, but this change of image integration protocol has inspired me to create, to put more of my "Bricolage" community onto paper, rather than cartoons in my mind's eye... Like a private T.V. show - but they have been consieved (mis-spelling)... And like all sparks of life developing - they shall be born.

I think I shall put together more of them, as I have the characters in stories and tales, but no one knows what they look like... Therefore I shall create their likenesses on paper with inks !!! And if I rub a certain deviant the right way... perhaps he can re-style them to a more suitable looking way, rather than my cutesy-wootsy style.

Hi, hunni - if your reading my journal right now, "I love you X X X X X X X X ".

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/16553066/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/16553066/ Thu, 24 Jan 2008 15:01:32 PST
This place is full of mistrust, of psuedo-friends, of superficial reality, of nothing pretending, decieving itself into thinking that it's real, the truth is only "really" what an individual percieves to be real. The keyboard I'm using at the moment is slightly sticky to the hammering of my fingers, so there may be spelling errors and missed characters. I could go on about how miserable sweating away on this spinning sphere of self-psychosis, I will not.

We have established how existing is an odd thing, we did not ask to be here - we did not know if the sperm cell carrying half of he genetic material contained within ourselves would make it to the egg or not. I guess we should be quite chuffed with ourselves we've made it this far. In nature I would argue that most of us, likely me too, would be very much dead.

Thank God for this 'society' which is held together by a somewhat selfish desire to keep alive by pretending that there is some sort of structure - that humans are 'social' animals. However, we seem to have quite a big 'troop' or 'ride' for a so called 'higher species'. Yet, we are total b*stards to each other...

I would ask why... But, the common place answers come to mind... "The Human Condition". "God - testing us" How cruel this omnipotent force can be sometimes... "Evolution - That our species found the best way to surive was to form together - Very clever."

I don't know - that's the most perplexing question of all - why..?

There are several thousand "Why's..?" I cannot answer. If you (You referring to an individual - including myself) think about it for too long - it gets quite bad.


Bugger it... I'll write more later... Ya bas.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/16385873/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/16385873/ Sun, 13 Jan 2008 10:35:34 PST
]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/15744608/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/15744608/ Sat, 01 Dec 2007 05:30:29 PST
But here are:

The rules:
1. Mark these rules
2. Each person taggées should write 8 phrases (hopefully interesting) random on themselves
3. People tagged should write a journal of these sentences
4. At the end of sentences, 8 others Deviants are tagged and appointed
5. Go to the deviant involved and make a comment saying that they are tagged.

My Eight Phrases:
1. My feet are cold...
2. I feel psycology needs more time to evolve as a science, it's not quite "science" yet...
3. I hope I get a chicken korma for tea...
4. I have a Biodiversity Excersise to work on...
5. I've been posting literature and pictures of mushrooms on DA.
6. I'm scared of jelly-fish and portuguese man o war's... *shudder*
7. I've been asked frequently "Are you Irish..?" and then been accused of "sounding Irish" and "having Irish parents"...
8. My pet bunny's name is "Smokey" and he bites.

There we go... I just need to find 8 others....

I have also been tweaking the gallery again, adding old literature I wrote, a couple of poems, short tales... Stuff.

I've also changed my featured deviation from "Scaredy Cat" to the one you see now... No particular reason behind it, just thought a change about would maybe let the deviants visiting think about flicking through some piccies and writing and leaving me a comment or two to chew on...

What do you expect..? The people aren't commenting on anything..? Is it bad? - then say so !!!

It's good to see what people think, that way I can ponder and muse over the next piece to be either created or dug up from the archives to be posted...

Come on !!!

However the point of the story is *ahem* Look in my gallery - I have literature I want YOU deviants to read and comment !!!

Thank-you.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/15460344/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/15460344/ Sun, 11 Nov 2007 08:07:40 PST ... And whoever else is visiting my page today...

I've just scanned and added 20 new deviations to my gallery, all of them old pieces I'd promised to dig up, and upon searching through the Graveyard of arts in my room... I had stumbled across little snippets of pieces.

These snippets got 'transmutated' into full fleged pieces due to random fusion (and a scanner), and are now under the names of "Random Compilation I, II or III" - Please take a look at the new pieces...

I've revived some 'tribal' style pieces from my portfolio... And even as I write this entry now, I remember one s still waiting on the hard-drive to become integrated with Fuschia-Foxx's gallery !!!

I spent some time on Friday and Saturday at my boyfriends house... !!! Getting up to mischief and making up for the gaps where we don't see each other...

I advise you to look at his page... 2 of his pieces are in my "Favourites" - he is a very good artist and I'm sure he'll wow us with some sweet pieces. But, you can't rush art... I'm waiting for a special commision... However it's literature and not a word of it shall ever see deviantART...

Ah... This had inspired me, or perhaps got juices flowing which had been left for a while... While I went on crusades across the "Help with Life" forum, trying to give guidance and support to lost deviants... My works had suffered, my gallery became dusty...

So, I got out my shovel and dug up these ancient pieces, and a few more modern ones too...

Hope you all take a look and tell me what you think.

Thanks.

Fuschia Fox

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/14868615/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/14868615/ Mon, 01 Oct 2007 10:19:01 PDT
I'm also working on a big piece for deviantART, probably won't be that impressive due to the fact I've been only putting in an hour or 2 every weekend for the last month... It's not the most intricate, but I think it'll be good...

Not much else to say, hopefully I'll log in more often...

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/13407148/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/13407148/ Tue, 19 Jun 2007 12:52:54 PDT
I'm just observing my window, the gateway of glass to the outside, the world is stirring... Not the people, the vehicles, the birds...

The tree's and grasses are moving, the clouds swirl in the evening skies... The branches and leaves twist and bend in the winds, when I arrived home today it was sunny and calm - now the winds stir everything that was still...

The leaf-litter blows down the pavements, the gritty dust travels in waves of opaque brown/grey... I can see sea-gulls flapping in the higher skies, they're grey/white blends a little with the darkened cloud covers...

The television ariel on the neighbour's house across the street, shakes and quivers in the winds bellowing blows...

My attention is drawn back to the trees as the wind shouts... The trees bend, the branches shake, the leaves cling on for dear life...

A rain-drop hits the portal to the outside, a passing shower or prelude to a storm...? Another droplet... it runs down the glass... Dodging through the invisible layer of dust and dirt...

The wind... The invisible force behind the motions, a bautiful dance...

A street-light flashes into existance, the orange glow bathes the pavement below... The ambient reminance of the sunlight still shows, hidden by the clouds, it provides the last light before everything sinks into darkness...

I miss my boyfriend... But, we'll be together again real soon... *sigh*...

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/13286365/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/13286365/ Sun, 10 Jun 2007 05:20:28 PDT
The responses were varied, all sorts of deviants posted... Agree, disagree, neutral stand-points, haters, lovers, noisey b*stards, the diversity was amazing...

Also a nice chap called 'JokerMachine' added an older picture I created to his favourites, saying that he liked abstract graffiti...
I'd never consider my 'doodles' to be graffiti like, but everyone sees things differently...

So, just because someone added one as a fave, I'm going to be scanning more older 'doodles' and putting them in my gallery... Hope peoples like them.

Still, I can't think the lovely deviants in the community who took the time out of their buisness to post a comment or two on either threads - I read them all and relply to as many as I can... If you posted a comment and are reading this - big 's to you all !!!

Also - Thanks go out to 'TheAvatar626' for being there for me... I love you hunni !!! XxXxXx

Also - Thank-you to 'Alexnder' for commenting on my previous journal entry - Good luck in your endeavours .

And also, thank-you very much to 'jojo13','Colourless-Calamity' and 'Bhujerbaaway' for being so cool and having me on their friends list.

Flama-foxangel - you're okay too.

This is just my 'It's a nice day' style journal entry where I wish to aknowledge those who are on my friends list, or just been nice recently... Keep on creating.

If there's anyone I missed - You can tell me and I'll rectify the issue...

deviantART rocks !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/13211599/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/13211599/ Mon, 04 Jun 2007 06:49:30 PDT
I could go on about what I've read in the newspapers... 'olitically correct' rubbish... Absolute f*ckin' b*ll*cks...

I'm sick to the back teeth of people 'bubble wrapping' immigrants... They come to our shores looking to live here... They can keep their own customs - but why should we change any of ours, no matter how subtle, just because they may be 'offended'...?

I'm not pointing the finger at little brown people from the Far-East, it's a generalisation, but those who do have the sheer brass neck to whine about our traditions... even our nursery rhymes... what we call inanimate objects...

Not allowed to make eye-contact with certain persuasions in case of offending them...?

I call 'Three Little Pigs' to the stand - this was changed in a Yorkshire primary school to 'Three Little Puppy's' because the administrators thought it may offend those of a certain religious persuasion... not the Jews... (hint hint)...

Teachers of Muslim faith in British schools, no problems - except for the (Hope I spell it correctly) 'Burkah' - the facial veil on female teahcers...? Why..? It's religious - but religion shouldn't have that big an influence in a place of multi-culturalism...

Behind closed doors, it's okay, hell - I'd fight for the right for someone to suck the spines out of chickens if it where part of thier religion - as long as they keep it out of my face and practise in a private area such as their home and/or place of worship... Not in the public.

Me and my boyfriend where getting awful looks by the public for displaying public affection - which adds to my raging point... Because I'm of the caucasian (white) persuasian, allegedly 'British' - I can't kiss without people looking at me funny...

Yet if it's 'religious' it makes it all better..? That's double standards !!! It makes me so frustrated...

I try to be as multi-culturally tolerant as I can handle - but when we have to go so far as to change a children's story, to avoid offending people - It makes me want to put on my boots and kick someone's bottom.

I don't go into someone elses house and tell them what to do to not 'offend' me - so why should a nation change what they say and to an extent think just because of a minority whinging about it...?

I hate sounding like a white supremist, however, there are only 5 million Scots in the world... We're a minority, yet we're being pushed around by whiny people who come from over the horizon...? Not my cup of tea...

Chances are it's the government being too soft, but I hardly hear of say - the French nation bending over backwards to acommodate immigrants...? It makes me so frustrated...

I know this is a flawed arguement, also quite contraversial in some places... Don't give me an answer like the question I ask you fellow deviants... Please...

I want you to tell me what you all think about this...

I'm going to post it on the 'Complaints' forum.

Hope to hear from you.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/13102726/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/13102726/ Sat, 26 May 2007 15:31:07 PDT
Another example of 'The Left Hand Doesn't Know What The Right Hand Is Doing' - Communication break-downs from the trolley-boys, to the team leader of the checkouts, to a store manager... Meaning I was on checkouts - as I thought, evewn though the trolley-boys needed back-up...

Due to the relentless general public, thinking that because it's rainingthey shall all flow to the sheltered canopy of the supermarket... Bah...

Then after work it was good again. My n' my boyfriend went to Glasgow for a wee while - due to geogrpahical inconvenience, we mainly see each other at weekends. I'd wait a hundred years to see him - so time doesn't really bother me that much - though when we're apart... *sigh*... I miss him so much...

We went a wander around the shops, annoyed the general public by showing public affection - e.g. a kiss and a hug... Quite often...

Ah, it was good today... Now I'm just at my friends house - the mysterious weaver that brought me and my boyfriend to meet... I can't thank him enough... - Just listening to some tunes and talking about how good today was. Yay !!!

Anyhoo... Today was good, better than some days, though I wish we had more time... Oh, well... There's always next weekend to get some time together... Yay !!!

Well... I'm not sure what else to write, so I'll wrap it up...



]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/12798975/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/12798975/ Tue, 01 May 2007 04:44:36 PDT My 'Bricolage' is growing.... The more characters I illustrate, the more I can delve deeper into the unfolding stories of a fantasy universe...

This is good for the creative juices...

Right now it's focusing on the old saga - The G.W.T rather than the neo-version of the Bricolage Universe, the G.W.B - I wish to kill off a few older characters - of course - they don't fade away...

Violent bloody ends all round !!!

Huzzah !!!!

I'll keep you all posted, and keep posting the finalised character developments - e.g. when they've been digitalised...

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/12519687/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/12519687/ Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:19:13 PDT
However, I always like to do canvas things in sets of 3 (don't ask... it just sort of happens)... So hopefully soon - I'll get a digital camera to take snaps of them, aswell as finishing the pieces in the first place...

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/12439761/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/12439761/ Tue, 03 Apr 2007 03:58:01 PDT
I've got a wee touch of soap-bar (hash to those who don't know - a.k.a - cannabis, but mixed with boot polish, bee's wax etc. so it's low quality in comparision to grass n' skunk !!!) and I'm gonna get a wee smoke while listening to Graveyard BBQ and Grateful Dead !!!


It's the Easter Hollidays !!!!

Whee hee hee !!!! I love my country !!! At, least I love it when the sun blasts down on it - that way it's not the normally bone chilling cold and wet - which I like too - but a sunny day is just...

Is just... Devine.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/12255967/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/12255967/ Tue, 20 Mar 2007 09:06:30 PDT
I've just been a tad scatter brained at the moment, working on 'The Bricolage' background stories, plots etc... Though it's rather tedious trying to come up with each individuals statistics, background story and purpose/influence to the Bricolage story... *sigh*

Also been compiling my perfect fantasy boyfriend... *sigh* Looks aren't too improtant, but what I'd like is going to be difficult to fit all the criterea - thus is why we compromise and are still happy, but - I've been feeling lonely recently... So, it's kind of depressing...

Not too bad like the over-dramatic people often pretend to be suffering - it's just been a while since I "went out with" someone... Even then, the last g/f I had lasted about 2-3 weeks tops...

*sigh*

Oh, well... I just need to wait until my next pay-cheque and go looking further afield... Perhaps a lonely hearts coloumn would be good for a giggle ?

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11513106/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11513106/ Sun, 21 Jan 2007 03:06:18 PST
Hello, how is everyone ? Holy sh*t... It's the 21st of January already ?

That means that infernal "Valentines Day" holiday is going to be next... Perhaps a piece is in order for that holiday...

The new music choice "Manu Chao" - A Cuban/Spanish (not too sure which) band... Really good stuff... The tunes are beutiful and I love the rhythm... Oh yeah, that's the stuff... Magic...

Anyhoo... It's one of those ones where I've been out last night... So I can't think at all this morning...

All I can think about is this red-head guy... My friend described him... But, I can't remember who he is... Apparently he likes me, but I scare him...

Oh, well...

It's hard to write this morning... there's very little changed, except for the snow... It came on Wednesday... Disappeared Wednesday aswell, all that was left on Thursday was... Was... That horrible ice-crystal rubbishy snow that you can't do anything with... Damn...

Och, well... I dunno...

I'll write something good later...

Tatty-bye for now.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11418434/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11418434/ Sat, 13 Jan 2007 05:35:40 PST
It's been a while since I wrote in my journal, and since the other message was becoming stagnant... may has well write another that will be slightly more timeless than the previous...

Here goes :

muse... I muse some more... Ever thinking, taking thoughts apart into basic elements, consider the changes, adaptations...

Well... I had the urge to write something again, but fear, in the loosest possible terms the... The... magnitude and/of/or the consequences of what I write here... As I'm probably going to be bitchy -again- (for those who do not read that often, I'm using the parenthesis as a way of asserting a tone)...

Anyway... This evening, I had the strangest urge for cigarettes, as a smoker this is normal - though I'd found paying £6 for a packet a tad extreme... If not ludicris... (Not too sure about spelling..?)... Then with the £6 that remained in my poor wallet... was spent on purchasing a pint of beer, and a bottle of a more refined beer... For me and my un-named accomplice...

A rather sad affair - fortunately Sgt. Rydo appeared and saved this "Damsell in distress" from any more uncomfortable silences, brought on by a lack of annecdotes and an accomplice who appeared un-easy at sitting down sucking on a bottle of Stella... No offence intended...

But, the sitiuation grew grim very grim indeed... An ex-girlfriend of some two years ago, and a friend of hers, whom I'd also known for a brief time via my mediocre relationship and social, weak social interaction for a brief time... Once again, I'm being a bitch... hee hee hee... (?)

The bar closed early, drinks stopped being served at god knows how much earlier than the regular time... And my lack of speed and money (Due to an unfortunate problem with my local branch of the Bank Of Scotland, and thier electronic systems...)... Means I was left quite "High and dry" - emphasis on the dry... Damnation...

I brought this in myself... though I had heard previously of a "party" on today, though once again, the drunken promise dissapears in a puff of cigarette smoke... The insatiable maw of the James Watt Public House calls...

Sgt. Rydo has also just pointed out that his own supply of Baileys (a delicious liquer, mmm... so nice...) is much thicker and darker than that of the Public House in question... Suspicion is aroused dear reader, is it not ? Have they been watering it down ? Or was the ice melting just a little too quickly for comfort and proper analysis ? Paranoia, conspiracy or dead on home truth ?

The question begs an answer... And my tale/bitching session demands closure... soon dear reader, soon... I must recollect other points... The evening has left a midly sour taste in my mouth...

Oh, yes... A good thing happened -no cynicism- I recieved a hug and good tidings from Natalie's older sister Lisa. That was nice, a little silver lining on an other wise darkening ominous cloud...

Greenock !!!

Also, when my accomplice was asked to smile off of Linda (my ex of two years or so...) He'd replied "I don't smile..." - Come now, this place may be miserable - but to show a little sign of resistance to the Greenockian veil of morbid faces and greyness, isn't very hard, and doesn't make you any less of a man...

"Harwoods" was mentioned, though the reply was an all round groan of displeasure... Those who came dolled up, unprepared for an early doors, must've been getting desperate - Who could blame them..? Who could..? I leave you to ponder that one yourself...

Clubbing in Greenock, it may look amusing at the time... but you soon realise that you would end up surrounded by drunken ladies, laddettes, lads and other parts of the population that appear at the buildings (More than likely office buildings when Greenock was a richer town, not a hollow shell...) and jiggle thier cellulite in too short shorts and 'Hawaiian' ('styled' ?) shirts... Until it's time to leave, to either indulge in a Taxi home, or march back through the sheets of rain and icy winds... All good fun I'm sure...

But, I bet, and I shall discover that... Glasgow - Glasgow probably has better scenes, more appropriate to my tastes and hunts... Though to make them a haunt of mine would leave me severely out of pocket...

I guess it's a case of "sour grapes"... Oh, well... all makes for a good little bitching session...

Apologies and no offence intended to you all... Just me being... cynnical and bitchy... Hidden under the smiles... hee hee hee.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11190149/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11190149/ Mon, 25 Dec 2006 14:42:09 PST
Happy holiday greetings to you all !!!

I've done the traditional things of slobbing around, eating too much... farting... burping... falling asleep...

More eating and sleeping...

Anyhoo... Merry Christmas !!!

I love you all !!!

And again very special thanks to JoJo13 and Flama-foxangel for being nice to me this season and hope you both have a good year !!!

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11041777/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11041777/ Tue, 12 Dec 2006 15:42:19 PST
Yesterday, I began my actual work, the job I signed up for - "Trolley Boy"... It sounds mediocre, but it's good... nice people, hard work, a laugh, tough times, good times.

Rain, sleet, hail, wind that would cut you in half... Brilliant.

Seriously, I like it - I'm a glutton for punishment, and the weather is punishing... the effort is unbearable, the trolleys are awkward at times - especially when the locking mechanisms activate at inappropriate times...

I wanna get payed !!! I need money !!!

But, as you're probably wondering - my shoulders hurt... Due to the effort of pushing hard using muscles in my upper-body that had been neglected in the hard-work department...

My legs do most of the work, but to start off - the shoulders and arms need to begin the proscess by almost exploding, letting out a lot of physical energy in one foul burst to get the haul moving...

Not too bad if you do it once or twice - but I do it for at least 5 hours... Which certainly takes it out of me... But the fruits of my hard labours shall be spent well... e.g. A trip to Glasgow, clubbing... (at a special venue... heh heh heh...), Xmas presents - if it's after Xmas... I don't know about that one... e.g. if it's after new-year, I'll write I.O.U's if I'm skint...

Ha ha ha...

Tatty-bye for now, friends and followers...

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11018858/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/11018858/ Sun, 10 Dec 2006 15:07:55 PST
The sun hasn't been seen... the darkness encroached early... The fact that the central heating didn't come on until the afternoon, meant that I was in my duvet for most of the morning... With all the hair on my body pricking up to try and keep warm...

I need a hug... I want a hug... I don't know why, but some warmth and affection wouldn't go amiss at the moment.... I'm cold...

It's odd... I feel lonely... I've made new friends, re-lit some old ones that had went off... Sacraficed my social calender for this job... So contact... With people... Aside from the people that I serve groceries to... and my supervisors... I hardly see family...

| College 9-4 | Time to think 4ish-4:30ish | Work 5-10:30 |

Damn it... I need a hug... nae a cuddle for a few hours... that'd be better... thank goodness I've got Tuesday off... but Sunday off is rubbish, no one can go out for drinks... also I've got College in the morning...

Hmmm... I'll find someone !!!! Mwoah ha ha ha ha !!!

Och, well... night-night deviantART community...

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/10996717/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/10996717/ Fri, 08 Dec 2006 15:45:41 PST
But, I suppose I'll get used to it... Been there 2 days... The basic stuff is sinking in... It's all mindless repetetiveness...

Also... just as I look at "Journal Entries" - It's like a small history of events, in chronological order... The titles, show what I felt - or at least remind me of what I felt the day I wrote them... From anger, to happiness, to morbid destruction of the very fabric of my soul... to happy again... to angry... to happy... huzzah !!!

Anyhoo... I'm getting a little tired at the moment, probably sitting at a checkout, typing in several digit bar-codes for a reduced item that the scanner all out refuses to aknowledge... Little b*stard... Indeed...

Asking people for ID is also quite amusing, the slightest doubt of age "Do you have any ID?"

"No..."

"I'm afraid I'll need some proof of age if you're intending to buy alcohol" "Sorry about that..."

Ha ha ha... it's good, I just have to get used to it... expecially giving up my Saturday evening, and my Friday...

Perhaps I can go to the pub on Tuesdays... Sounds rather daft... Damn it...

Also, need a clock-in card so that way I don't have to keep signing in and out on an innacurate binder... who know's what'll happen to my money ?!?!? I'm putting in the time to earn it... I bloody better get it. All of it.

Not that I'm obsessed with money, just if I put effort into earning some bread... I think I should get the privelage of having the slices I've worked for...

But, I'm sure that'll get sorted...

Och, bag it... I'm tired... Night night everyone.

Tatty-bye.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/10968177/ http://fuschia-foxx.deviantart.com/journal/10968177/ Wed, 06 Dec 2006 04:36:43 PST

Money !!! Money, for working to earn it !!! Money !!!

And since X-mas approaches - this is great timing !!! I'm exstatic, this is great !!!

Hoowwweee hee hee !!!!

Exellent... exellent... Hopefully this shall all go well... and I shall be getting about £5 an hour to gather trolleys, and take them back to the front of the shop... also, I think "checkout" training may be a part of it...

But, still... Money.

]]> ~fuschia-foxx