Dear ,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monestary. I think I realized it when your dwarf bit me in your camping car and I saw you knock out my best friend. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that I did a sex-change. I'm returning your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep your neighbour Martin as a memory. You should also know that I get sick when I think of our friendship.

Greetings from your freaky family,



I was tagged by , and now I tag whoever feels like doing this. Go here for instructions: [link]


I'm of two minds about art right now. I really want to draw and I have ideas of what I'd draw, which are always helpful things to have, but my homework has been piling up. This is obviously completely my fault, but if I don't do something about it now, I'll be buried soon enough.

It really doesn't help that I'm so easily distracted. No matter what I start doing, be it homework, drawing, or anything really, something else grabs my attention and refuses to let go. Right now, it's this journal and meme and the damn fly that will. Not. Go. Away. The other day it was Verbotene Liebe this really good, in my opinion, German soap opera. As of yesterday, the thing of the moment is Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip - also highly reccommended. Only for people who have nothing going on, though. I do not advise doing what I'm doing. Get your priorities in order, folks. Homework and chores before television and the Internet.

Also, have respect for life in all forms, but draw the line somewhere. I finally smacked that damn fly, and now I feel badly. >_< I probably shouldn't, but that's what becoming oversensitive to issues such as these gets you.