Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think.

As I return, in an effort to move that stupid picture down another notch so this thing resizes again,

I came to the utter realization,

that no matter how many times a day I write on this thing,

No matter how many hours I invest,

I still don't have a blasted thing to say.

Also : XD

I do, however, bleieve that Emoticons are man's best friend. Especially to a man who just ate 6 plates full of rich hearty food, not to leave out banana pudding and hunny butter, not to leave out the fried chicken and biscuits and macaroni and potato salad and green beans...and...and...AND corn on the cob, and slaw! AH! I LOVE SOUTHERN FOOD.

*#&!&!@*! YANKEES.

>D

That's right,

I insulted yankees, and no, NO one is going to marry her, not even the goth guy. SO SHUTUP, HATERZ.

As a last gift to my BELOVED math teacher, I plan on being the biggest pig possible in her last class thursday, for the exam. I am so going to flick her short black midget body off, until her AGONIZINGLY painful AGAONIGly irritating, AGONIZINGLY AGONIZING AGONY. >D

Also One should not read Tv Guide late at night. Those anna nicole ad's sneak up on you. I was sick for hours.

Sigh.
Action marks.

Well, adherring to my startegy of writing absoutely nothing that would make anyone go, AHA! SO THATS WHERE THE HUMIDIFIER WENT!, I'm going to retire for the day now and spam other peoples comment log's.

Have a nice afternoon, and a PLEASENT evening, which is the same thing, but not REALLY . You know how us spazzy kids get. >D

LATER DOG.