Okay, obviously, you've all noticed (What is there, two of you?) That my whole fucking account is dead. Well, I've moved on. My comics are too rude for me to post here, people I know might see and they're rather offensive. I may open up a new account...but that's a far shot. My comics, until then, stay in a box where I keep my personal shit from now on, and that's where they'll stay.

My ex, who's a total fuckbag, has been bitching about me. I'm a poseur! Woo hoo! Yes, because I want to impress everyone. Yup. Well, kudos to YOU, he figured me out. *rolls eyes*. I do what the hell I want to, when I want to and the only person's opinions that I care about is Trevor's. Good news, he thinks very highly of me.

There's a lot of people who use labels like a fucking insult. Oh, I'm hurt, I'm emo. Yeah, what's that supposed to mean? Oh fuck, I'm a prep...yeah...Old Navy rocks. Siriously, I saw Anti-Flag this summer, and they inspired me alot. They're really cool about the whole unity thing, it impresses me much. Anyways, I think I'll go open up a Livejournal account and cry over my bitter loses...yes. Perhaps I'll write some poetry? About carving my mother's eyes out and feeding them to the squirrels.

Drop D-E-A-D.