Well, I didn't update for most of December and all of January. Fuck January. Who needs it. Lots has happened. I'll tell you the stories if you ask.

I seem to reserve the pit for my venom. I spit out shit that I don't want to bitch about any more.

As the year wears on, I hate more and more people. It's just natural, I think. I get tired of the things I see here, the pretentious motherfuckers who think they're shit because they can use use multisyllabic words like "multisyllabic." Fuck you. I don't give a shit what you think you know. I don't want to know your opinion, so stop shoving it down my throat. You're only making me puke.

Also, fuck you, Denver, as always.

I also send my hate to my following nemeses: Hanson, conjoined twins, mosquitos, and the elderly.

Ahh. Spitting out a little bile always make my mouth taste better.

I'm a little stressed right now and I should probably be sleeping. Paper due today, test Friday, three tests next week, and then spring break. At least I have whiskey. Ahh, whiskey.

I'm out