darkchyld

Ugg I hate these things.

My name is Chrys, you can call me dark or psy or crazy or even late for lunch, I answer to just about anything.

I must say that this is a beautiful site and I can't wait to submerge and see what I can see.

Some things about me:

~I love to create, anything!  Art, writing, and sculping I do it all.  I just suck at most of it.

~I cannot spell.

~I work two jobs and am in college (online) full time.

~I should be doing home work/but then again I am at my day job so maybe I should be working...

~You can find me trolling around artgrounds, and neondragonart to do most of my art.  My names there are psycospaz.

~I am a mouse user and proud of that.

~expect random homework assignments.

~I love anime, and my art is influenced by it.

~I love comments and crits, especially the constructive kind.

~If you have anyquestions please feel free to ask!

~Chrys

I had an interesting experaince at work about a week ago.  It was a nice one basically I am a waitress at night for a tiny little mom and pop place, well this young couple came in and the chick pulled me to the side and asked if we could do something special for her and her fiance because it was their 2 year ann.  Well I said sure, and offered a strawberry short cake for two made with vanilla icecream.  Well she got excited and then told me that she found out that day that she was pregnent with his baby but she hadn't told him yet.  So here I am in the middle of a complete strangers life, in a very important part of a complete strangers life and she is asking me to help her tell her man that they were prego.  Now I was excited for her, and him even though I didn't know her.  Now the funny part about it, to me atleast, is that she confided in me as if she had know me since the craddle, and I was her best friend. Needless to say when I took out the short cake I sat it infront of him and said Congrats daddy you're now eating for two.  He started to cry and kiss her.  Mushy stuff that made my stomach turn, yet I was so happy for them.  And still I don't know their names, probably wouldn't recongize them on the street either. 

Isn't it so strange though that the most important moments in your life usually rely on or involve a strager to make them perfict?

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