Alright, I'm doin' a bit better now that I've had something to do. I went over to my momma's house; we always eat oyster soup and conies for Christmas Eve as a tradition. Well... I just stuck to a conie myself. ^_~ We always get one present on Christmas Eve too, and I got my Nickelback CD I've been wanting. Someday kicks ass, y'all. Oh yeah, newsflash everybody: BOB IS THE GODDESS OF CHEESECAKE!!! BWAHA!!! Also in at Crackpot News X: TREY IS THE KING OF MOLD!!! (imagine that...) Here is my special Christmas song about his royal ***cheating*** highness: "I know him, but he doesn't know me, He's a fucking man whore, On himself he can pee!" Merry fucking Christmas, cheating pissbrain. Haha that was great.. now for the rest of this entry.... *clears her throat*....... my cat is playing with a pencil at my feet. She's yellow and really, really fuzzy with pale green eyes. Her name's Yeller Belly (don't laugh, that's her real name). She's the best cat in the world. That was random, but ah well. I think I'm gonna go. Happy Holidays to everyone. Azure illusions rush through my head.. Sailor Charlie Octavio Sockbrains