I'll show you Whacky. I'll show you whackeeeeeeee!!

Ah, it is good.
I'm tired, and I don't know why. I did nothing today - only went to Grandparents house, and drew, and talked and stuff. Nothing stressful or tiring, really. Worried. I blame it on cutting back on coke. I do this because my bones hurt. I kid you not. And my fingers crack when I'm writing, and I find this terrifying - I don't want arthritis, ever. I like my fingers, I feel attatched to them. And arthritis would make it hard to do all the things I love: (ie. Type, game, draw, write, guitar <--- I suck at this)
BWHAHAHA, columbine high. The wrappers are fun to look through. I will make glasses from them. I need more craziness in my life...
Jumanji is cool. Oh, the childhood memories. The surprisingly poor graphics. I don't remember stuff looking that fake.
I rented out The Fly. I must watch it. And Jaws. I'm going to get out all of Jaws and watch them aaaall. heh.

I made a new friend for Smae. Her name is Lola, and she's an "angel". She made her skirt out of cardboard so she could fly upside down without embarrasing herself.

Helping is still the best icon of all time.


Oh. Oh no, I'm still going to kill you, though you are my bestest bestest friend-in-the-room, currently dire circumstances require me to end your life... I haven't the time to find anyone else, and I really need more blood