mr. pants has cancer. a really aggressive awful cancer that does horrible things to the body, suffering all over being the main problem. the prognoses isn't good.

if you're thinking about asking questions, don't. i can't talk about it any more than i already have.

i hate the world even more than i ever have before, and everyone can expect me to be a raging asshole for the rest of my life.

so, if i disappear, for a while, like, longer than usual, there's about a 99.9...% chance i'm going to be going to jail again for a while, sooner than later. for like the fifth time, it will be a glaring example of injustice. even though i've been clean for like a year, made or got in absolutely no trouble, save the trouble that is my life, i wouldn't kowtow to the biggest fucking douche bag asshole fuckface on the "high risk" squad when he tried to be scary, so now he's got a hard-on to fuck my life up. he's actually making up shit, to charge me with, because there's nothing he's got on me. there's a lot more to it, but, i'm tired of talking about it, and i've got no recourse. alone in a war with the system. the struggle continues.

i suppose it doesn't make much difference, if i post it here or not, since i don't really comment on sets anymore, and all the people i really wanna talk to, are absent from my fiber optic world once again. just wanted you to know...


(maybe i really am a rotten piece of shit?)

extended "baby" pictures...

extended "baby" pictures...