I’m getting braver and braver as each day goes by. Fighting machines,
enraged with mechanical onslaught against my brute strength and feirce
determination. Challenging my senses, balancing upon a single plank,
stories and stories above the ground. A single wrong move and it’s
complete “game over.” I kid you not, young lads and lasses. If I get
beaten to a bloody pulp, a tattered, strawberry jam drenched, carcass,
I’ll still have enough fight to push forward.

Unlike with computers, in real life I’ve found that if something seems
impossible, the key is to simply push forward again and again until its
you or your motive that breaks in half. “Courage, my love.”

Current Life Goals:
-Strength +5
-Destroy ALL Clutter
-Fish tank
-Credit Card
-More books!

Don’t worry, I haven’t died… Yet. Anyways I’ve been busy with work
and etcetera, etcetera. Cleaning my closet is so much work and I’ve
been too lazy to do it. New boxes at staples are friggen expensive, not
going to buy from there. I need a vacation. I want to start my fishtank
again. Bah, posting in here was a waste of time. Sorry not in blogging
mood lately.

Rated 18+

Tell me if you want to be in my private list; where I post my more
grisly and violent thoughts. Not for the easily disturbed, you may
start to think I’m insane, psychotic, or even a serial killer to be, or
you may just find it amusing if you have a sick sense of humor.