After reading Sarah's blog, which, y'all should 'cause it's the shit, I had the urge to write in Jive so that the Dialectizer would rip a hole in the fabric of time-space when trying to do it's thing. Slap ma' fro! Lop me some boogie. Ha! Take that, techonology!

So I fast on Thanksgiving, right? And while normally I get hungy enough to eat my own head, I'm not longer hungy. I'm delerious. My head feels as if it might float away at any minute. The pumpkin pie Pete is cooking right now will fill me the the greatest happiness the word has ever known. Ever, bitches. Lop me some boogie.

X-Men Legends: You are not the best game. Why are you fun? And why do my favorite X-Men have to be lame? Lame.