Fyedakin

Dear ~indiana-w (https://www.deviantart.com/indiana-w), I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it when I saw the shrunken head at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on Manchester United's goalkeeper. I'm sure you're senile enough to understand that I get turned on by garbage men. I'm returning your Darth Vader poster to you, but I'll keep your suicide note as a memory. You should also know that I told my psychiatrist about the apartment building. Good luck on your short-term leave from jail, :iconfyedakin: Instructions found: here

I've been tagged by indiana-w (https://www.deviantart.com/indiana-w) !!! I must tag six people and say eight interesting things about myself. Those I tag have to do likewise. DO IT BEETCHES 1: I'm a horribly straight man who's secure enough in his sexuality to jest like a gay man. I can rub up your knee, act like I'm about to kiss you, and not feel a Gaul-be-damned thing. 2: Why do I do such things, you might ask. It's simple. "You zie. Your mindz, zhey are zo ezie to plah with." I like giving people mind fucks, whootz. 3: I've got this little someone who sits on my shoulder and oggles my man-tits. Or is it my fur? It must be my fur. She's awesome like that. 4: I have fur

Figured it was time for a new journal here. The weather's gotten hot again, it's 100+ outside and still not out of May yet.  I don't have anything amazing posted here for whatnot and whatall, but that's nothing new.  No updates to any art, no new poetry, really no time for either. I'm a slave to the 8-5, though mine's the 12-9. Watching friends and loved ones suffer kills me, and the headaches never go away. This life rolls on without me, it seems. Haven't had a chance to sit with friends in person for nearly a month. I'm not anti-social, I just don't have the time. I think that's starting to reflect in a loss of sanity. Where will I go fr