It smells like 1000000000000000000000000000 skunks outside.

Bigfoot has found me. I can only assume that Plushie Godzilla spilled the beans in prison.

Damn him. DAMN HIM!

I remember you.

But do you remember me?

I'm tired.

I'm in a mood. It's splendid!

It's rotten!

It's...yeah. A mood. I'm downloading a Tiny Tim album from itunes to make me feel better. But I don't think it will help.

I've neglected you, Livejournal. I don't think I'm sorry about it. But I feel a little bad. I'm just in a weird place when it comes to social networks and blogs. I still use OD and will probably abuse it until I die. I hate myspace, but I haven't deleted my account. I use Facebook because...because. Twitter and I have this weird love/hate ( Read more... )

I see you.

So I am a little worried about my health. Not for the normal reasons, but for...other...reasons ( Read more... )

yeah...

Maybe I don't write because I'm not interesting. At least not interesting enough to write about.

Maybe

I am and I was and I am here.

I want to work with animals.