That is, what it's all about.
I am grinding my teeth like nobody's business. Why? I said it's none o' yer friggin business. I'm so hot. Did you hear that? Did you? That was the sound of a collective orgasm as you all roll off the rocky precipice of pleasure. Ahhhhh, smoke up, smoke up.

I've a penchant for being dramatic when I'VE BEEN CAGED. So I want you all to know that I'm most likely going to DIE ALONE AND TWITCHING WHILE LIVING WITH MY PARENTS.

If I don't go out and do something tomorrow night, I'm going to fucking dye my hair purple...or magenta, or whatever the fuck strikes my mood. I'm tired of looking fairly fucking "normal". Christ, I'm bored. And I cannot write here and I cannot draw, and I cannot whittle. Haha, whittle. Is that even how you spell it? WE SHALL SEE. It wouldn't be so bad. But I don't have a job and the days are blending together. It's sad, sad that I need a break from doing NOTHING. This is the first time I've actually missed Los Angeles. It will get better. Just let me bitch.

I believe