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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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Yeah, I've really got no idea why she chose not to use the work in the end. It's too bad, because her work is really refreshing, and at the time I was a really big fan of hers... and I was convinced future collaborations would have been successful for both of us.
We were in constant communication while I was making the works, and it was so strange to me that she released the skin without bothering to tell me she had changed her mind on using the wallpapers. I had worked on that set for 2 days! Suffice to say I've never spoken to her again. Not out of spite, mind you... but because that was just so completely unprofessional I felt like she deserved to learn a lesson. While she probably didn't, at least my principles remain intact, lol. Ah well---water under the bridge now.
I said that once, too. And then there was this little magical horned faery that came by and nailed me a good one in the family jewels, right? And just afterwards I could do all sorts of things automagically! You should see what I can do with a snowbank and some pee while I'm holding three conversations and juggling cascade in my free-hand!!!!!
lmfao.
Sorry. I'm a freak.
Honestly, I'm very flattered by the compliment. Thank you very much!! I think your stuff is great, too. And I'm definitely looking forward to more.
Thankfully, I was able to convince her to vomit them back up for me and reattach them. Still.. my shoes haven't fit quite right since then.
*shakes foot a little as he thinks of it*
Or... did I dream it. Perhaps I wrote it once in a story about dancers and their respective hookers? Ah, I forget.