Nights like this were my pleasure is largely based on introversion are so nice I want to curl up and touch myself. I just learned the word coprophillia! The internet is wonderful.

After what I just did I would like to take a minute and again remind you all of how foul I truly am. Goodness.

All I'm saying is that when/if I die, I want you all at my funeral. Even you. And you're all expected to bring me a gift. Then leave them on the table near the doorway and I'll open them later. I would like:

1. A flash drive, doesn't need to be too big but nothing pussy
2. A shirt that says "Dignity: A Gift You Give Yourself" that I will wear to my paternal grandparents' should they ever decide I am a real person and talk to me again
3. The death of all insolents

I think that last one will be hard to box up but I know some creative folk, the kind that spell "ice cream cone" with a few 'k's.

Happy Genocide Day, everyone!! Is anyone else enjoying their break by reading webcomics in bed and not washing any part of them? For those of you who think you're too "important" for a little filth, all I have to say is, stop and smell the garbage-scented roses. God, I even offend myself over breaks.