EEEEEREOOOGOOOGGGEEEEAAAAAAPPPppppffffffft.

I rather enjoyed this.


On another note...YAY! I love Munch!

If I was a work of art, I would be Edvard Münch's The Scream. I express the subconscious troubles and anxieties of the world. I hold my head and let loose the primal terror of my innermost fears, surrounded by a lurid landscape which reflects my feeble grasp on reality. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

Munch was also, supposedly, an agoraphobe.

That's it.

I'm cutting off my right shoulder, the arm as well, and putting it up on Ebay...unless you can fix it or give me money to go to a chiropractor. Yes, pay my bills as well. Thank you.

I've had way too much coffee.
I feel ill...and dizzy...yet, I'm still tired. Go figure.

Moo.

CHEST! Stop with the popping! Bastard body. It does these things to annoy me, I know it.

mmm, ramen.

HA! I searched for my name on Google...I forgot I was "published":

Heheh