Nevermind

I AM UNLEASHING TEH WRATH OF MYSELF WHICH IS GOD.

WRAAAAAAAAAAAAATH

WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATH

Fuck the smite hammer, this calls for the wrath.

Whatever, fuck this game.

Scone baking tommorrow, little red riding hood rides to b-port on wed, blaaaaaaaaaze.

X in three days.

Bugger.

"She says oh no no no no no, she don't want no double life, she says I should know why"

Well anyway, what do I do now?

That's a situation that's weirder than anything that's ever happened.
Oh well. I'll figure it out eventually.

Anyway, X is in less than four days, and I'm excited as fuck.

Thoughts on punk prom:
"He's either going to be in the corner crying or right at you trying to get your attention."


I think that makes the most sense.