Oooookay! Well it's been a while since I have done ANYTHING on this sight, mostly because of my affinity for almonds. Much has happened between now and the last time I put anything on here, including my first taste of blueberry pie. I almost cried it was so good. If you don't like blueberry pie, do yourself a favor and cut out your oun pun-ass excuse for a waste of tongue so we don't have to hear you complain when I make it the dessert of the day. Every day. With ice cream.... arse.

Whew, well I had a lot of energy, but that title just sapped me. Well, I'm spent!

Well I sure got over those duldrums fast. So, now that i'm feeling better, I decided to go browsing people's art, and went back to someone i'd seen earlier... and look what I found in my favorites! I especially like the fox's expresion. It looks like a cross between "This if the best birthday ever!" and "I can't wait to be a teenager!" Oh well, I suppose the guy's getting more than I am at the moment. but my time'll come soon enough, I suppose. and if it doesn't, well... Good thing I'm not ashamed of masturbation, baby!

I just found out my Grandmother has cancer. To many people, this would be crushing news. But to me, it's nothing. And that's worse. I feel terrible inside, yet I can't seem to get my feelings out, to actually be sad. I want to cry, to scream and pray, whatever I'm supposed to do. I told my friends, but they don't seem interested. All they do is appologise. If I wanted an appology, I'd put a knife to your throat for stepping on my shoe. I want to talk to someone, but I don't want to come out and ask. I hope this feeling passes as quickly as it ussually does. I hate it.

I've come to teh conclusion that perhaps getting "laid" is not such a big deal. And so, after a recod low of 25 or so minutes of feeling ass over myself, I've decided to rise to my former awsomness, and let the world (or people who take time out of their lives to actually read what I have to say) know that I'm not dead yet... Otherwise I would obviosly not be writing this. But that is not what matters now. What matters is my steady rise to politcal power... and since i currently have none, things are looking up (because they can't go anywhere else, can they?). I do hope that anyone who read my last entry feels sorry for me, and also frightened at my merest approach for I am awsome in every sense of the word, except for the whole "awe" part... I'm still working on that detail. And chicken stir-fry is still awsome, because pork can kiss my ass. Except for bacon, because it kils fat people. and everyone knows that those who turn to Atkins turn their backs on God. I say we string em up with their carrots and sin and teach them the meaning of carb counting.. whatever the hell THAT means. Yay, justice!