She never told me she was a giraffe. No man, this blind date thing was a bad idea. I can't go out with a giraffe.

NP: Dressed To Fuck - The Killing Tree

HAPPY MONDAY EVERYONE!

Have you seen that commercial where the dude lies to his wife (remember folks, women are scary beasts) about being sick so he doesn't have to go to the wedding? And everyone in the bard makes different sounds to make it seem like he's flicking through different channels. No? You haven't seen it? Well, I just ruined it for you but it's a good one. They don't make ads like that anymore. The way they used to.

Hurry up holidays. Every one of these remaining 8 (9? I dunno...sigh) days is a mystery. And I'm fucking scared of the mystery. Every day might bring me more homework or assignments. I don't want more work. I want to party it up with some mini oranges.

This is a short entry. I did that thing I do where I wrote for the past 15 minutes but deleted it all. It was a story about my conversations with God after I died. Meh. It didn't turn out as well as I wanted to.

That's it folks. Maybe something grand will happen tomorrow and I'll have a topic to write about it.

Now it's up to you! Go make something happen! The power is in your hands! Do something to impress me tomorrow (Mhm, I realize my audience here is small and it's late at night).

G'night Y'all!