Yes, that's right. You can all tremble in fear of my twisted little mind. Quick update I guess, a little different from my old diary on here which was only poems and shit. I reckon I'll actually stick shit that happened to me or whatever sick stuff I'm thinking of. Right now I'm pretty calm, one of my toe nails was black. Not sure if it was a fungus or blood beneath it, but I ripped the thing off with a pair of pliers. The ease with which it came off makes me think it was blood underneath it, must have stumped it or something. Still stung like hell, very satisfying either way. Did a bunch of sit ups, and curled some iron until I was gasping for breath, or until I dropped the damn weight. Come to think of it, that might have been why my toe was black... hmm... Oh well, I still hate everything, aaannnddd it's good to be back ;] love yah all, punks.