The honest-to-goodness, absolutely truthful, unabridged fact of the matter is... That I have not maliciously neglected my duties here. Not this time, actually. In fact, my excuse is extremely painful to remember, and the entire story is filled with angst and general horrible-ness on my part ( Read more... )

Why, I've mastered the art of procrastination, haven't I? Now, for those of you who've been anxiously pining away, I do have some sort of intelligent anecdotal thing stuffed up one of my sleeves.

The thing is, you'll just have to wait another week for it.

Continuing, of course, with the theme of certain death that I seem to have brought upon this journal, I made the decision to inform all of you about a place no doubt most of you will end up: The Funeral Home. That is, of course, assuming you're not taken out into Death Valley, shot in the head and then having your carcass burned by the Iranian ( Read more... )

I truly am just as surprised as you that I've managed not to hit the six week mark before deeming it time to update this damnable contraption. It really is almost painful to turn this blasted machine on, but I thought I might reassure all the comrades I've made that I'm not actually trying to forget you so soon ( Read more... )

I got better, though. I'm not nearly as morbid as Sean Bean would believe. Bean, all those morbidities that you have assigned to my character are wrong. I just like to be realistic ( Read more... )

This is just a reaction from being generally grumpy and tired. Medication readjusted. Casket bought and stored in the attic as a result of my panic attack that my children should make that final resting choice for me ( Read more... )

After reading about Mr. Depp's 74 year-old lungs, I've started pondering on the inevitable. Let's face it; time is not our friend. In fact, I'd imagine that Father Time is cackling and rubbing his hands together in anticipation of seeing what we come up with to avoid meeting with him ( Read more... )

I suppose you've all been wondering where I've been these past few weeks (and if not, just humour me for a moment). Truthfully I sometimes forget that this thing exists, being one to approach the physical being of a computer with wary caution at the best of times ( Read more... )

Time certainly blazes by, doesn't it?

(Yes, something better will replace this pathetic entry later.)

In Sydney. Harry mouthed off to me. Bad Harry. Still doesn't mean I didn't ship the two off to their mates' for the night.

Empty house. Lots of wine. No one to share it with. Pity. But on the overwhelmingly bonus side: more for me.

Tally ho! I'll see you all on the arse-end of the weekend.