Hey. It's that time of the year. Not that, the other one. The dress-in-pink-and-go-get-me-some-goddamn-chocolate! day. I know a lot of you like it, hell...Under the right circumstances I'd like it too (no way I'm telling you what those are x])...But they're never gonna happen, so forget it. Now. Seriously. We cool? Good. This is that one day that freaks me out even more than a vacuum freaks out a dog. Why, you ask? (Or are those the little voices in my head again...?) Let's see..There's the giant, stroke victim hearts, the assassin angels (you think they're cute? Try having six of them pointing their arrows at you and saying 'where's yo money, b***h?!') and the -taking some meds to calm down- the plush bears. Yes. The plush bears. Those things are pure evil, I tell you! One minute they say they love you, the other they're impaling you. Don't believe me? Here's some proof a friend took from the lab where they are born. Unfortunately, he was killed by them, while trying to escape. So you could have this information. Mourn him, send me money...Do some good!


(secret proof)

Still Alive

Oh, man. I've been so high on Christmas and so sleep deprived during the dude-yer-dead-month (whole month of exams...f***king hell) that I've forgot I actually have a place where I can restore my (extremely low, trust me) mental sanity. I know, I know, but, you see, I haven't forgotten you. I've just been busy, babe ;) [did I just call a blog babe...and winked at it...?]  Herm...Movin' on. After my extremely long vacation (that lasted two whole days!) I'm back on college...where I'll have to study like a *insert funny nerd term* for another...semester. Sweet. Six more months of grinding like a *reinsert funny nerd term*. Well, at least now I'll [probably] know where all the muscles are (hint: not at Mcdonald's trashcans. Only fingers there). Wish me luck, send me cash...whatever you like best. Oh and see you in a few *insert time reference*.