Wow Google Chrome was so rude to just delete everything I wrote earlier today. Ugh. Rewrite. ; w ;
Anyways, yea. Bijou's amazeface. I can't remember what I wrote last asfjas I'm such a bad person.
I guess we could start off with happy-over-a-yearversary? Yea. That sounds right. Pretty corny, but that's how Zisa is.
I think it was the August of last year when I decided to watch you, since TheSpectrumKitty, who's deactivated or banned, OBSESSED over you. Like, obsess. I thought you'd be a pretty rad person, since they were all over your art and stuff. I visited your page and tosses you a watch . . . which you returned by watching me.
Why? I have no fucking clue, but that doesn't matter, I guess. I was pretty stoked about it and started talking to you, even though I viewed you as a greater being since you could draw better. We began to talk. Little blurbs then random conversations about things. I think one was about your dislikes about yiff and me being the special bus. (Which I still am. No one can replace that.) I think you're the reason to why I have Skype, since you insisted I have one. I downloaded that, then you called me. I guess I was pretty nervous with my child voice and all, but I'm okay with it, now. I kinda miss the days we don't call or talk-- ughI'mclingyIknow.
We didn't talk as much, the more friends we made and the more distant and shallow the conversations were. Not in shallow as in bad, just not as in depth or consistent anymore. Well, were. I guess I stopped being such a coward, or something like that, and decided I should talk to you more. You're pretty much one of my first dA friends and I secretly value that. And secretly envy all those who I deemed more important to you in my head. But, not in the case where I went insane. More of befriending and such.
But I am still the special bus whom plays non-stop Animal Jam metal, uses cardboard as fuel and run over hedgehos.
I'm getting pretty off topic now, apologizes. I'm also getting pretty cheeky with this stuff, so I'll stop, or something.
Or keep writing, kehkehkeh.
Bijou, honestly, I find you as an immature mature friend? Pretty balanced out when needed, thus being able to be there for your friends when needed. I find that really cool, since I don't have that skill myself and just end up awkwardly trying to make up things to comfort them. Your art is amazing, though you don't think so. I don't think you ever will, but, hey, great artists never see their art as perfect. I've heard that somewhere, but I can't remember. I think it applies to most people, but you have no idea how great your art is until you view them from a different perspective, but that's probably impossible.
There I go, rambling on. I probably have a million things to write here, but I should stop.
Anyways, yea. Enjoy this art, random reader.
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Hey there! ~Remkii reporting in for duty.
Oh god, this is going to take me quite some time, isn't it?
Gather 'round, children. Let me tell you about this wonderful human being we call Bijou, or in my case, one of the following;
My Little Shit
Ballsack Number One
My Best Friend.
Christ, Rebecca. Where the hell do I start? Let's start from when we first met.
I remember the day I commented on your page, it was mid January. I was terrified to talk to you, because you were so cool and my thought was "either this girl is going to fucking hate my guts or we're going to be best friends." We talked so much, almost every single day. You helped me through some dark times. Some very, very, very dark times.
I'm proud to say that you've saved my life. And I'm pretty damn positive that the second thought that I had the day we met, is so, so true. We've become so close these past months. It's unbelieveable. You're my other half. Literally and metaphorically. I'd be six feet under if it weren't for you, and I mean that. Seriously, you are ballsack number one. I'm ballsack number two. What kind of person wants someone with only one ballsack? (Adolf Hitler's wife obviously did, idk man)
I remember in April, I was going to the Florida Keys for vacation. You and I texted literally every single hour of the day while I was in the car. Remember when I asked if you had tried Terraria and my phone autocorrected it to terrorism?
"So have you tried terrorism yet?"
"TERRARIA. I MEANT TERRARIA."
We tried so goddamn hard to meet up with eachother. We were willing to even go out of our way to find you, but we got stuck in traffic and couldn't. But I swear, one day we're going to meet in person. And the day that we meet will not only be the greatest day of my life, but it will also be the day we raise hell.
I'm still dumbfounded on how the day we became best friends turned out. We met on the 20th of January, and then all of the shit went down on the 21st, and we became instantly best friends. Your bullshit became my bullshit and my bullshit became your bullshit because we're best fucking friends and I never want that to change.
I'm proud to be able to call you my best friend, if not, my sister. Well, not real sister but you get the point. I love how you and I can literally make a conversation happen out of anything. Wether it's you and I just sitting there screaming "COCKS" into our microphones, you repeatedly blowing into your microphone whilist muting and unmuting it, or me dramatically read whiny facebook statuses. We know eachother so well, we can tell when something's up just by the way we respond through chat. We've trusted eachother with our biggest secrets. We finish eachother's sentences sometimes (I love it when that happens) and we think alike it's almost scary.
You've opened up to me in a way that nobody else has opened up to me before. You've trusted me with things that I know that you'd never dare tell anyone else, and you've told me things and sought out advice from me that you knew only I'd be able to give because I know every single thing about you, the things that make you tick, the things that piss you off. I know how you are and how you act, and that's why I feel so lucky to have a friend who knows the exact same.
You always respond to me, even if it's the "oh-god-dee-hit-the-wall-its-2-AM-on-a-thursday" me. Remember how your status said "KFC is nothing without me"?
[7/11/2013 3:22:00 AM] Dᴇᴇ Rᴇᴍᴋɪɪ | (Cᴍᴅʀᴍᴀᴛᴛʜɪᴇᴜ): but yo white
[7/11/2013 3:22:10 AM] Dᴇᴇ Rᴇᴍᴋɪɪ | (Cᴍᴅʀᴍᴀᴛᴛʜɪᴇᴜ): yo gotta b black 2 go 2 kfc
[7/11/2013 3:22:29 AM] Dᴇᴇ Rᴇᴍᴋɪɪ | (Cᴍᴅʀᴍᴀᴛᴛʜɪᴇᴜ): is their church
[7/11/2013 3:22:38 AM] Dᴇᴇ Rᴇᴍᴋɪɪ | (Cᴍᴅʀᴍᴀᴛᴛʜɪᴇᴜ): I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about it's 3:22 in the morning help
That's the kind of me I'm talking about. You always, always respond. Sometimes, you force me to respond; when you know I'm crumbling to bits behind the computer. You make me check in with you, and you constantly remind me on how much I mean to you and how I need to respond so you know that I'm okay. Just as I'd do the same to you.
You haven't rid me completely of my demons, but you've sure as hell helped me beat them into a bloody pulp. But I know for a fact that you've given me enough strength and confidence that I can defeat the demons inside of me.
I don't know what else to say other than the fact that I fucking love you, man. Thank you.
Goodbyes are sad and only spoken when you won't speak to them for a long period of time. So I'm not going to say goodbye.
"This life would kill me if I didn't have you."
Thank you, Rebecca.
~Remkii signing off.
Now for a shitload of .GIFs that represent our friendship.
How we'll meet at the airport.
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Bijou Sexy Ass Pants
Hey! I'm Rebecca.
You can call me Bec, Bijou, or Rayne. I'm 14 years old, I'm 5'3, and I currently reside in Tennessee. I am a female, and I am currently single. I am Atheist, but I don't mind any other religions. I am in love with rainbow pastels. I love Pokemon. I don't have a favourite generation, though. I also love D Gray-Man. Allen Walker is a cutie.
I am a furry, and I have a whole lot of characters. I am also a brony, and my favourite ponies include Vinyl Scratch, Rainbow Dash, Spitfyre, and Princess Luna.
Feel free to note me about anything. I love making friends. I'm horrible at conversation making, by the way. I am a bit anti-social. So, I'll probably never talk to you first. You would have to talk to me first. Haha.
My main fursona's name is Bijou Rayne Abbott, but you can call her Bijou or Rayne. She's a Snow Leopard, Wolf, Kyuubi mix. My secondary fursona's name is Ashes Dax Cage, but you can call him Ashes or Dax. He is a maned wolf. I have a lot of characters, that I have adopted or made myself. Feel free to check them out, in my Gallery!
Long Bio is long.
*Please don't advertise on my page. I will hide your comment. If you continue to do so, I will have to block you. Sorry.
It's just a huge nuisance to have hidden comments on my page.
Anyways, feel free to talk to me.
You can message me about anything.
If you drew me something, feel free to comment it, here, on my profile.
I'll see it, for sure!
Feel free to add me on Skype, too!
My Skype is Bijou-Rayne
I'll talk to you, on there.
I'll almost never message you first, though. Haha.
I'm not the best conversation maker.
If I don't reply to you immediately, I am, most likely,
-Skyping with someone
...Or I forgot to log-out.
I do that all the time, haha.
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It's just, I don't think I would be active in the group.
I don't want to be just a ghost member, haha.
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Icons are awesome gifts.
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