Can't brain anymore.

Must. Write. More.

Mood: aggravated

FIE FIE AND A POX UPON YE!

Yes, yes I did die. And in fact I am still dead. Please to be stop asking me for money now.

Aaaaaaleeeeeex. My life blows diseased goat monkeys! Fiiiiiix iiiiiiiit! DX

I have been informed - repeatedly - by a certain princess that I should update this more. I would like to remind said princess that this journal was her idea anyway, and if she wants it updated so badly she can do it her own damn self. Since she uses it already like it's hers.

My life is boring. I work. And I work some more. People should follow my example.

And my boss is about to take a one way trip out of his own fucking window. Fat fuck.

NaNoWriMo can suck me.

I wonder at the ratio between people who butter their biscuits versus those who put honey on them.

Of course, there are also those who do both.

Huh. Interesting.