A Germaphobe's Worst Nightmare

As if to signal the horrors that await the upcoming holiday season, and indeed, to make the matters already at hand worse......

...........I'm sick. Damned to somewhere's between bronchitis and the flu.

I can even begin to describe how frightfully wonderful it is not having health insurance.

/cliffnoted rant

In less whiny news, I picked up the new Special Edition (yes, it's worthy of capitalization, thank you very much) of the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack. Though I'm not really a fan, Marilyn Manson utterly outdid himself in his cover of "This is Halloween" and (hearken, my non-existant readers, for this is the only time you'll EVER find me complimenting this band), Fall Out Boy did a fantastic job with "What's This?".

Yes, I'll admit I find solace in the fictional botching of Christmas by an eloquent skeleton.


Bah humbug en el avance.

Evil Pumpkin Heads....

All Hallows Eve has rolled around once again, and as a celebratory nod to the holiday, I bring forth a rare link:

http://http://msnbc.msn.com/id/15507998/?GT1=8717

*evil grin*

There is something to be said for the ironic, isn't there?

That's How the Stale Cookie Crumbled

I'm feeling more melodramatic than usual. Fair warning.

I've always been a person that wakes up in the morning to a life already lived. Call it a profound sense of "been there, done that" if you will. Only......

......I haven't "been there" or "done that".

Quite honestly, I haven't done much of anything in my relatively short time in this world.

Still, I wearily open my eyes, like a dying 90 year old, stiff and sore from all the years of hard work and living reluctantly endured.

I literally forget some times just how old I'm not. I'm n ot 90. Not even close.

19.

I haven't even been alive for two whole decades. I didn't see the civil rights movement, or live through Vietnam. I didn't have to witness the horrors of eighties fashion. I'm not even old enough to have appreciated Nirvana until long after Cobain died.

I can't even legally buy a beer.

Yet still I'm weary of it. An "it" I haven't even really e x perienced.

I'm not looking for fulfillment, happiness, or hell forbid, a way out, but really.....

....a little mental caffinee would be just fantastic.

Go me.

Looking up from a dark abyss, unto a world doomed...

Had a bit of a violent argument with The Brat the other day.

Usually, I'm not one to be pulled from apathy into anger. With good reason, mind you. Apathy has been a carefully honed state of avoidance from the violent rages of my younger years. It takes quite a bit to make me snap, but when I do....I snap.

Which is why my younger sibling's door now has a large crack down the middle, from my fist.

All blame can't be placed on said sibling for actually causing the outburst (a good deal of it, but she doesn't deserve all the credit). My mood was already vile from a night at work with a particularly irritating supervisior (read: Not really a supervisor. He just pretends he is.) I was more inclined to withold my temper at my place of employment where a violent decking would probably get me an afternoon's stay in some unsantiary cell, not to mention fired.

I have discounts to consider, people.

So instead, I haul my irritated shell home, only to hear the usual bitching and moanings of the She Beast and Brat. A few sharp comments on my part got the general idea of "leave me alone" (okay, more alone than usual. Heheheh.) across.

But then said Brat had herself a teenage hissy fit, and proceeded to call one of her friends and complain about me from behind her bedroom door.

*SNAP*

Enter a big display of overkill when I temporarily turn her door into a "U" shape with my fist, accompanied by some particularly nasty curses uttered at a volume I thought was lost many a year ago. Keep in mind, it's a solid wood door. Kinda lucky I didn't break my hand, now that I think about it.

I've finally managed to fall back into numbness. Certainly a good thing, as any extended time of dramatically displayed emotions rather ruin one's credibility in the dark realms of the Apathetic.

At least I made her cry.

Apathetic and evil: a glorious combination.

Farther Down the Downward Spiral....

It's funny how in High School I thoroughly believed that I was going to end up flipping burgers or waiting tables while living in some dead end apartment regardless of whether or not I went to college. So of course, my pessimistic logic lead me to not bother going through any of the usual college preparatory formalities.....SATs/ACTs, extracurriculars...general passing of classes.

Well if that doesn't give the Self Fulfilling Prophecy a headstart, I don't know what does.

At the very least, if I hadn't actually gone, I'd still have the necessary things in case I suddenly changed my mind.

Now I sit here, faintly wishing I had, knowing that my preconceptions of what was to come probably will be. I can thank my undying pessimism for that. Joy.

If you, my nonexistent readers, are faintly wondering what spawned this line of thinking, tis this: I'm pondering moving out. Oh indeed, despite the high costs of rent, gas prices, and insufficient minimum wage, this Dark One has become a little sick of living at home. (/understatement)

Consider it the last great leap down to rock bottom.

The Bastardly Parental Units have become a bit intolerable these days. I daresay that I rather dislike being called lazy and a mere "part-timer" (working almost 40 hours a week in spite of it) while neither of them are employed.

Did I forget to mention? The She-Beast got herself fired.

So as she calls me lazy from her rather comfy spot in front of the TV, I'm beginning to wade through my finances to see how feasible it would be for me to make rent (or Hell forbid a house payment. Ha.), and occasionally eat something. I'm not naive enough to think that doing so will be easy or fun. Indeed, I imagine a new kind of Hell awaits.

But at least I'd finally be alone.

And really, that's all a Pessimistic Hermit can ever ask for.

It's Dead. Yay.

Apparantly overdue posts have become my specialty. Joy.

I have learned something over these past couple of weeks: I. Hate. Dogs.

This, of course, all stemming from the two new Border Collies my Bastardly Parental Units saw fit to purchase. We used to have one a few years ago (I'm sure there's mention of her reign of terror somewhere amidst my dark blog), and one could say they overcompensated just a bit. Sure, then I was all for the canine species. But honestly, having cats (which I ironically hated before I ever owned one) has rather turned me off to them.

At least cats are fucking hygenic.

Really, what kind of person would want an aminal that drools, jumps, and leaves vile messes in the living room. Let alone two?

Don't get me wrong, things could be worse in my life. Much worse. But I'm still going to mutter darkly and brood over the fact that unless I move out, I'm shit out of luck for the next twelve years or so.

On another note that borders on positive, I've the next whole week off of work. For seven WHOLE days, this dark clad shell sit in her evil lair and be the quintessential hermit that she is. Not once will I have to feign some semblance of a painful grin, or force some animation in the usual monotone, and best of all........

I don't have to wear color.

Yes, faithful nonexistent readers, it's the simple things.

Never Underestimate the Power of the Cheesy Goldfish

Once again I come forth with overdue blog postage.

I don't really have much to say, really. I just felt like insulting the English language a little more with my pathetic drivel.

The goings on in the realm of me are the few, the bland. For the sake of.....I don't know...flying pigs, here's the bulleted overview

*I am still working at Happy Hell, amidst painfully cheerful, blue-clad newbies.
*Yep. Still broke.
*My truck of Doom is finally in the shop, for better or for worse (till death do us part. Heheh.).
*My rarely used cell phone is MIA.
*I spent a ridiculous amount of money on oodles of CDs at Amazon.com
*My oodles of CDs finally came in the mail. MUAHAHAHA.
*Newfound obbession with Within Temptation
*Realized half of my black shirts are missing.
*More wasting of the youth I never really had in the first place.

There it be.

What an interesting life I lead. Heh.

Bleating out a suspender-coated "Did I Do That"?

The Lord of all things evil really does spawn from the six.

Six strings.

Placed on a guitar, they make for utter and unspeakable torment of the soul (barring the existence of one, which in my case is a bit of a stretch).

Why?

Because after shelling out hundreds of dollars from a far too patient teacher....

I. Still. Suck.

Truely, when I came forth unto this world, my existence was cursed. Witheld from me at the very earliest moment, was the talent to do the one thing that I've always aspired. My brain was warped, and these claws of mine were poisoned. Never, will such a victory be mine. Forever will I wallow in the land of the utterly tone deaf, clumsily picking at an out of tune string.

Add a gravestone in the land of Bitter, we've another dead desire.

Mind you, I'll still keep these insturments of my demise, if only to serve as a true testament to the utter pointlessness of everything.

How I love pessimism.

In the land of Blah, the lethargic reign supreme

For some weird, unexplainable reason, I feel like being as asshole. Not to anyone in particular, but just to the world in general. And while I could go around and vhemently insult every person I run into....

....a loud, mental "fuck you" will have to suffice.

Ah well.

Such is the life of this antisocial zombie.

If you can't say something cynical, don't say anything at all.

I think this universe is beginning it's assault on my very existence.

Finally.

Heh. You'd think it would have stopped beating around the bush years ago.

But now, during a time when I should be thinking of rock concerts and glazed over sulking in the shadows what do I do?

Have the other car break down in the midst of 15 hour workdays.

Indeed.

Oh and Peaches...all those hopeful speeches you undoubtedly heard at your graduation about new beginnings and whatnot, just know this....

....it's the beginning of the end. *manical laughter*

Ah sweet cynicism. How I love it.

If the Boogeyman starts lurking in your closet, charge rent.

*yawn*

It's only 11:54 p.m. and I'm already tired.

What a sad state of affairs my life has turned into. But anyway...

I saw the Davinci Code movie last night. (A prime target for unnecessary over the top controversy). All in all, not a bad movie. Indeed, actually a pretty accurate and well done adaptation from it's literary predecessor. It's only downfall was that it didn't include footage of the expression of outrage and horror from every male religious leader on the face of this planet.

Muahahahahahahahahaha.

You gotta love it when the foundations of power for an institution are challenged and shaken.

Woot, and so forth.

Though, I still would have rather seen X-Men III: The Last Stand. Pity though, it's not out yet.

Ah well.

You are nothing but decay in slow motion

Hell below, I must be losing my edge.

Because honestly, if I were to go back in time and tell myself that I'd so sorely neglected my blog, the old me would have most definetly kicked my own ass.

It's not like I'm the busiest of people, too caught up in her own life to document it on a webpage that hardly anyone looks at. After all, my hours at Happy Hell (read: Best Buy) have been slaughtered to the very bone. Indeed....I'm off five days this week. And it's not like I've the audacity to have a social life, because I pride myself on my zealous antisocial tendancies.

No no, my vastly nonexistent readers, I am plagued everso with an ambitionless void, sending every ounce of my being into oblivion.

But it seems for the moment, victory is mine. Said void hath turned a blind eye and now I sit, plugging away at the keyboard, dutifully maintaining my ever glorious blog.

In other mudane news, I've decided the time has come to move on from Happy Hell. Indeed, after I make my final money saving purchases (oxymoron, anyone?), I fully intend to throw in the blue towel and make my sorry excuse for a living elsewhere.

Hopefully, somewhere that actually pays me something worth mentioning.

Let's just hope that that ambitionless void of mine keeps that blind eye turned, so that I actually go and get another job. Because hey, money is the root of all evil....

....and I'll be damned if that isn't me. MUAHAHAHAHA...

All you'll hear is your silent screaming as I rip your throat out...

Yesterday was a day of three firsts.

1.) I finally got satellite television.
2.) I swore at my boss.
3.) I took out Bambi with my Truck of Doom.

All good things come in threes, eh? Meh.

Concerning thing the first, I daresay things have come a long way since last I've had tv of such a glorious variety. For example...

When was the ingenious idea of pausing, and indeed, even rewinding live tv introduced??

Though still, I find it terribly funny that with the 900 some channels we have (The Bastardly Parental Units decided to go for what I like to call the Supreme Couch Potato package), there are still moments when you utterly cannot find a thing to watch.

On thing the second, I had gone to work already miffed about having to work store security the day before (aka Important Looking Greeter Person), only to find out I had to do it again that night, and then now tomorrow for TEN. FUCKING. HOURS.

Needless to say I flew a little bit off the apathetic handle.

Heheh....

Have I mentioned how much I loathe "greeting" people with all of my entire being?

Anyway.

And finally, onto matter the third. Indeed, I was driving home after night of said boss yelling when from amidst the bushes came a fairly large deer, not five feet from my bumper.

Lemme tell you, the best brakes in the world wouldn't have saved that thing.

What I think is a true testament to the power of my Truck of Doom, had I not actually physically seen the thing in front of my truck, I scarcely would have been able to tell I hit anything at all. A little blood on my lisence plate was the only proof that anything had met it's end because of my driving.

The only terribly disgusting thing, (though morbidly amusing, I suppose) is that it's head must've gone under one of my tires, because when I went back to drag it off the road...

....most of it's skull was missing.

Score one for gruesome roadkills.

Whoops.

Never underestimate the power of the spiked boot..

I'm sick.

Welcome to my existence for the last two weeks or so.

This is what happens when things go to well. You are abruptly forced to remember that indeed, life sucks. Turn a blind eye on such an obvious fact for a brief moment and you'll be granted a nice little reminder.

Pessimism. It's a glorious thing.

Nothing much actually going on. Things tread on, ever duller, day by day. Still, I am profoundly compelled to fill my little section of cyberspace telling the deaf world all about it. Because I can.

There is one thing, though, I suppose that is worth note.

I've gotten yet another guitar.

This makes what, three? Indeed.

The one in question on this particular ocassion is a Washburn electric/acoustic. (Nothing terribly impressive, but it's mine. Fuck off, those who would mock my musical glory.) That's what I get for "browsing" around the store before I take my lessons (at said store, of course.)

Meh.

Oh. And the English version of Final Fantasy: Advent Children comes out tomorrow.

It. Will. Be. Mine.

Then, the world can bear witness as my wallet bursts into flames, never to be seen again.

I'm doomed.

But then, wasn't I always?

Are You Deaf Yet?

It's been awhile, hasn't it?

It has.

Back to listening to the broken record known as "My Internet kicked out again because the She-Beast didn't pay the bill for three months and neglected to tell me."

So here I am, over a month older, wiser......and fucking tired.

That's what I get for staying up until the wee hours of the morning, and then getting up at a semi-normal time. I daresay though, it was entirely worth it. Oh yes, indeed it was. You see, I ventured forth from my cave into a world unlike no other. Where (even still a self made outcast) the loud, the violent, and the utterly badass reign supreme.

Concerts are a glorious thing.

Yes, I managed to pull in my personal space bubble a few feet and cram my black clad self in amongst the non-moshing masses. That feat alone is probably worth a Polaroid. But anyway.

"Who was it"?, you may be asking. Or not. Meh.

Lacuna Coil and Rob Zombie.

The former being one of my favorite bands (whom I ended up meeting, and becoming the proud owner of an autographed poster) , and the latter, providing that big name, big show spectacle that everyone paid the fourty-some bucks to see.

Was it worth all the social claustrophobia and hours worth of ringing ears?

Yes.

But I don't want to see another person for a long, long time.

Existence ebbs ever toward it's own demise...

Ever been so utterly bored that it feels like the very core of your existence is going to shatter in the state of utter nothingness?

This is the predicament one faces when one leads an almost sickeningly predictable (albiet abnormal) life. The remedy?

Why a Xena binge, surely.

Eight uniterrupted episodes of violent, mythological bliss, with more to follow in the coming hours.

Heh.

I guess television can't rot a brain that isn't there anymore.....

Randomly calculated. Nice.

Nothing really much to share, state, or swear about. Hours of running around, wasting my life with pointless things really does take all ambition out of you. That, and I daresay I said enough yesterday to cover the rest of my existence. Meheheheh.

However, I'm compelled to state my word of the day (I don't usually have a word of the day, but either go with it or conserve the effort and go away)....

.....Eccentricity.

Why this word in particular? When you're far too tired to even bother acting ssane, words like this have a tendancy to crop up.

Like I said, go with it, or......go away.

Heh.

What is life but the pursuit of death?

I'm definetly having one of those weirdass days where it feels like your brain has been entirely hijacked by a mutant combination of the Id and Superego that single handedly pulverized the Ego into one bloody, well balanced pulp.

Get it?

Don't have a coronary if you don't, I daresay I don't either. Heh.

The nice thing about this strange place of existence I've suddenly found myself smack dab in the middle of, is that it managed to keep me from going off the deep end on one of those hellish days at work that make you wonder how funny it would be if Wal-Mart suddenly made itself an armed satellite built from parts bought at wholesale prices from struggling third world countries, with which to blast their pesky competition off the ugly face of the universe.

And yes, I am still ever the Minon of my Beloved Best Buy.

It was just so horrifically busy.

You really can't blame the American spender for wanting to collect more electronic junk with which to waste their lives with. After all, the alternative-real life-isn't much of an incentive to back away from the man made light and walk with humanity.

Cause lemme tell you, right about now, humanity is hauling themselves off to the post office to send off their green papered lifeblood off to Officials who are working around the clock to waste it.

You call it democracy?

I call it legalized theivery.

Call me bitter, but what if I have no intentions of collecting social security? What if I used a miniscule amount of thought and knew that there probably won't BE social security by the time I'd be old enough to collect it anyway.

And what if I find it a little appalling to find myself in a state that uses the greens of the people to build private parking lots for fast talking business owners with the good intentions of a fired missle locked on target, and every summer pick a perfectly good road to tear down and put back up just for political grins and giggles.

Oh yes, I'm sure ten miles of endless orange construction barrels are enough to make anybody burst into fits of laughter. Especially when you're late to work and the normal 65 mph speedlimit is shaved down to a measly and meager 25.

Excuse me whilst I channel my inner snail.

Perhaps in the grand scheme of things, democracy in any degree is better than full blown anarchy, but I'll be damned to see Hell freeze over before I believe some facade of a human being with a fancy title telling me that the current state of goverment is anything in the realm of good or perfect. Rightious, or ideal.

I'm sure there is someone out there who would rapidly proclaim their undying patriotism at my statements, and proceed to go on and on about the state of the rest of the world, and how we are a beacon of hope and example from sea to every gun barrelled shining sea. I'm not going to say that my life is worse than someone in the midst of starvation and warfare; dictatorship and rutheless oppression. Quite the opposite. Comparatively speaking, my life is bearable. Inconvienent, perhaps, and hideiously annoying to my very core, but indeed, bearable.

The point?

I live here, not there.

Perfection is in the perception. Every once and awhile it seems that the perception in the minds of those that so humorously call themselves representatives, gets a little skewed. Off. Distorted, if you will, in the wake of ideals and inflated egos. The needs of few taken care of by the many who's needs are often forgotten and ignored. These few who can preach and proclaim on soapboxes that don't belong to them. These few that often ignore seperation of church and state, and law with biblical teachings. These few that look with tearful eyes upon the statue of liberty, as an icon of the Melting Pot of America, where only Christianity is considered on the currency of all, and the very whisp of a middle eastern thought might get you shunned to the sidewalks, left to stand and bear the cold stares and rude outcrys from the fearful intolerant ones.

Don't take that to mean I've anything against Christianity, just don't come running to me screaming about how wrong abortion is because "God says life begins at conception". If that at the very core of your beliefs, feel free to abide, but I'll be damned to the hottest circle of any religion's hell before I accept a law being passed on such a basis. Morals in goverment it seems, never really take into consideration the American Athiest.

Why?

Try gettting elected in this "tolerant" society with that as your listed "religion" (or lack thereof) of choice.

It's all a sick cycle of utter dissappiontment. The masses sink low, the ones on the hill somehow sink lower. Heh. Woot, and all that newfangled slang rubbish.

So yeah, I understand the mass hoardes crowded around the video game displays, DVD aisles, and $3,000 plasma TV's, all while I'm untangling wires from a heinously complicated home theater setup only to realize that the system is broken and whoops, I'll just have to put the thing back the way it was and grieve for those two lost hours of my life when I can finally take a moment to realize that I actually still exist beyond this blue shirt. It's escapism on a societal level.

Still sucks.

Dammit.

It takes a resourceful person to freeze to death in Hell

I had the strangest, thid most creepy dream of my entire life this morning.

It inolved the farm and me knowing there was a tomb underneath one of the barns where some evil monster had risen, and was on a quest to kill us all ("all" being some random faceless people around me. *shrug* ). All of the sudden, my manager from Best Buy walks in and hits an alarm on the wall (that isn't really there mind you) and is never to be seen again. The rest of the dream is mostly me trying to find a sharp knife or a sword (because everything I find is terribly dull), whilst this feeling of increasing and impending doom loom overhead.

It was also perhaps, one of the coolest dreams I've ever had. *smirk*

Trouble of the whole ordeal was:

I managed to oversleep and was an hour late to work. Was it worth it?

Oh yeah.

For once.......score one for the Dreaded REM.

One step away from falling farther than rock bottom.

A funny thing, mousepads.

People spend around $10-$20 just for something to set their mouse on. Something that, many times, is one or two plain ugly colors or patters. On even more horrific occassions, people spend even MORE just for a little personalization. Slap down a few greens to set your mouse over a coveted picture of your cat (sweet irony), or perchance the face of some television character that no one is ever going to remember.

You may or may not be asking then, what am I using?

A 2oth Anniversary edition of Metal Edge magazine.

Gets the job done, and makes for some reading material during those irritating moments when you are forced to restart because you multitasked too much and froze the computer.

But I digress.

Henceforth, I proclaim my vendetta against the commercialized mousepad.

Down with the system, and so forth.

Tabula Rasa: Perfection of Apathy

Bills are a beastly thing.

Small paychecks are even beastlier.

Heh. This most definetly calls for the use of one of my many overused catchphrases:

............I hate my life.

At least I'm now well stocked when it comes to caffinee. Vast amounts of my Beloved Coke, and even a bit of Mountain Dew have been stashed away for what is most certainly going to be a very long night online.

How utterly glorious.

Warning: Forks were not designed for use with cannibals

It's 4:37 a.m.

And I just woke up.

The Dreaded REM finally claimed me after hours of feeling like my head was being beaten by two sledgehammers and an axe.

Gotta love migranes.

So here I am now, utterly at a loss for what one does this early in the morning. Aside from frantically surfing the Internet of course. Heheheheheeh. Not that it really matters. Soon enough I must go forth unto the grindstone to earn my existence in the the eyes of a blind world.

In better news though, I got to see Underworld Evolution today. (Yes, I've been quite the fanatical movegoer these last few days, I admit.) What a glorious movie. GLORIOUS. Just as good as the first, in a completely different way.

And boy, did that earn it's "R" rating. Heh.

Dark, and perfectly violent, in just about every way. I must confess, I may be a little bit biased as I love vampire movies in general, but still. Seeing a guy's head get almost casually lopped off is a thing to be admired.

I may have to go see it again, if my wallet ever forgives me.

Darkness is a Siren's song.....leading me to my doom.

I was very productive today.

Utterly so.

Like a true voluntary insomnatic internet addict, I managed to sleep the better part of the day away whilst barely getting past my email.

Heh. Remedied, this must be.

As a mental barratement of sorts, I have decided that I shalt park myself in front of tthis computer for the next twelve hours or so. Just so that I can re-convince myself that I haven't been taken over by some sort of energy sucking alien, Hell bent on ensuring my Internet deprivation.

Not to mention, if I sleep for another nanosecond, I'm going to rip my own head off.

So anyway......

Aforementioned in a previous post, I went to see Memoirs of a Geisha the other day. A glorious movie that matched the glory of the book. A rare thing indeed. Usually the outcome is "The book was much better" or "The movie was so much better than the book". Such an equilibrium of glory is truly a sight to behold. Mine darkened eyes were unused to such a thing.

To put it plainly:

See. This. Movie.

Heh.

Score one for morbid dreams

I seem to be suffering from excessive lethargy lately. Either that, or I've come down with some sort of terminal illness that's sure to send the into nothingness or inferno sooner than I had intended.

Why?

Because for the last two days straight.....

I've been asleep by 7:30 p.m.

For someone like me, who finds sleep a near blasphemy to their existence, this surely is a thing of horror. Especially when this is coupled with an even worse thing:

Lack of desire to be online.

LACK OF DESIRE TO BE ONLINE!!?!?!??

Hell below, I hope I either sucumb to this theoretical illness, or manage to find some mental jumper cables.

See?

Nightmares do come true.

Kill the world.....after all, it started it.

I hate my life.

Perhaps it isn't the most torturous existences on the face of this planet, but I hate it.

.......At least I have my Beloved Internet. On the upside though:

Being pissed off does wonders for one's creative abilities.

Oh and,

I'm also going to see Memoirs of a Geshia tomrrow.

Cool Aisian beans.

Very cool indeed.

Apathy is not a mood, it's an art form.

Another incredible day of wasted youth and long forgotten potential.

Ah well.

I caved yesterday and bought a few DVDs that I most definetly can't afford. It's all the Id's fault. Persistance and aggravation is it's specialty. Now I've an empty wallet and a gas tank that's going to have to last for four more days to be filled again.

I suppose I should be dissapointed in myself. Lack of responsiblity and whatnot.

But I'm not.

A moment of apathetic celebration is in order (try not to logic that one out too much...just go with it...heh), after hours of trying to hunt down Nightwish videos, I've finally suceeded in my task, and have managed to procure quite the vast hoarde.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ahem. Erm....

Downloading is wrong.

Yes.

Very wrong.......

Save your hate for the stoned smurfs.

Today I blog merely for the sake of blogging, and to proclaim the glory of.....

Sheep-B-Gone.

Don't ask. I don't know either. Heh.

Existence is Futile

I now have two blogs.

Well, three if you count the pathetic one I started three years ago and only posted once in.

But I'm not.

The purpose is a simple one, to keep those whom I actually know in real life appeased. It must look odd that I "don't have a blog" when I'm online so much. (Liar liar, Death in Flames on fire....heh.....)

And so the web is weaved, whilst this arachnophobic black widow basks in the knowledge of where her real blog is.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....

Ahem.

I'd provide more pointless details about my day, but you see, I've a pizza in the oven.

And it calls to me.