Screaming will get you nowhere....the whole world is deaf.

Finally it's all over. The fiasco known as Christmas has ended. Such relief I haven't known in years. But anyway, I'm sick of thinking about the holidays.

So I won't.

We bought a new house. Honestly, the designer/architect was mentally challenged. The outside is nice enough, but the inside....good god. Firstly, it has bathrooms fucking EVERYWHERE.

Two in one hallway is excessive.

Heh. And part of the cieling has what looks like fencing on it, and one room is covered in black shingles. I might like dark, but that's just plain ugly. But it won't really matter as we plan on remodeling.

The land itself is kinda neat though. 23 acres and two ponds stocked with fish. MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA...

I can kill things. (or at least catch them).

Hopefully, the Bastardly Parental Units will come to their senses and give me the boathouse that came with the place. After all, privacy is everythng. Lurking is an art, that can only truly be perfected with one's own space.

In any case, we're moving somewhere in the near future.

I think.

I am of course, just waiting for it to all crash and burn. Why restrain my pessimism? Heh. Pessimism rocks, and is generally the one that holds true in the end.