I really should post on here more.

So many naked women though, I get distracted, it can't be helped i suppose.

Does the post count if I'm two hours late?

Sure it does.

Hey, apparently it's a new year in case you didn't know.
For the next month I will be scribbling out 07 and writing in 08 until I get used to this whole shebang.

Resolutions are no good, I have yet to meet someone who has kept all, much less one of theirs.

But my basic two are as follows:

Stay alive regardless of the cost.
Write a story, and actually finish it completely.

That's all I got.

Here's to another year of alcohol induced mistakes, and blackened lungs with a side of nostalgic reminiscences leading to nights of sleeplessness and shaggy hair.

The mask seems to be slipping,
and I keep telling myself that this is the last night I'll feel like this.


another drink is in order.

New years post tomorrow.

Someone asked me last night what I wanted.

The answer is simple yet complicated.

Things I want:

The ability to finish a story, apparently writing is good for me so long as I don't stop because the moment I do stop writing suddenly I can't start again.

I want to sleep at night.

I want dreams, memorable ones.

I want a job, that would be nice seeing as how money is a necessity in life.

I want someone who I can talk to about things that understands what I'm talking about and doesn't get pissed when I say something that's a centimeter off from their beliefs or opinions.

Apparently I thought of these things after christmas, and santa is a cockbite anyways so the future isn't looking to great on receiving these.


The one thing I do have is great friends.

Attempt 2.

I have awoken to the sounds of little scurrying feet collecting weapons, shields and getting into formation.

The weasels are ready for war.

Today I shall go attempt to get my job back with my battalion of warriors standing tall (approximately 1' 6") behind me.

Oh how Toni shall be suprised when I walk in with a trail of weasel warriors.

Alejandro, my right hand lieutenant, has informed me all is ready and the great Ogre queen in theory should fall...
But i fear that her being an ogre will not let her see reason, and some form of violence shall be necessary.
Violence with a spork.

Oh glorious spork -bursts into song- (thank you Sweeney Todd)

I may have to use the kamikaze squirrels.

Updates will come.

SG wants me to post a blog.


There.


It is done.