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)