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.

Blogger does crazy things!

So, updates. It seems I cannot make a friend up here without a visible expiration date. Sigh. My life sucks; I have to work somewhere between 12 and 14 hours a day just to maintain myself. I'd rather not get into the details now. Additionally, my personal life has recently become something out of a Bollywood blockbuster.

But! From it, I have reaped a Gamecube. Which I am not using. Because I don't want to, for some reason. See how that works? Neither do I.

I think I'm going to go back to bed. Not to sleep, just to lay down. It's a lot nicer there than it is other places.