Hai! I'm tired...it doesn't feel good. ='(

First off lets get one thing straight. I am not here for your fucking amusement. Nor am I here for my own. Cheeky, I know. Deal with it.

So, I stole this idea from Kyle *waves to Kyle* Thank you Kyle! But it made sense. I needed a place to further let my mind flow free and wander. I saw further because I am currently writing a story, the link to the blog I am posting it to is here somewhere. Ah, found it. Malice in Wonderland, go stop by and have a read. Leave me a comment if you feel so inclined. Anyways.

Yah, Kyle I stole this idea from you so thank you hun. Hopefully It will be of some benefit to me, but just to me. I don't do things that are of benefit to others, I mean, I do things the benefit me and occasionally they end up benefiting others as well. Regretably it is an unavoidable side effect I would give my left nut to remedy. Oh wait a tick, I don't have nuts. Drat! We will talk about me more in the future. And my we, of course I mean ME! Me and myself. I'm gay like that. ^.~ That's an inside joke for those in the know. >.> Yer probably not in the Know if yer confuzzled. Suck 2 b u.

It is... 3:03 am, no wait, 3:04 now. Fucking clocks. However invedted time should be shot multiple times. I just spent the better part of two anda half hours - and I say better part because there was a less then better part to them hours as well - talkign with Kyle. We do this very frequently now, its become something new as we never used to talk in such lengths both in time and distance benwee conversations. Mind you the length between out coversations has grown (or shrunk maybe? i dunno) from several days or weeks, to a matter or hours. It seems I sleep and wake up and talk with him again. It's a disturbing trend. Disturbing because I have started to crave it.

I'm going to bed. More to follow when I wake, as well as purrhaps (yes I just said purrhaps, not perhaps) the beginning of chapter 3 for Malice being started. That setence seems to make little to no sense, which is only maddening the unhelpful at this point, but it may stem from the fact that the more tired I grow the more I lose proper control of my motor functions. SO to bed I go...

I'm going....

Still not in bed. Hmmm This is tricky. Oh, that finger doesn't belong in there! =O

Huzah, victory.

TTFN

P.S

Yes this is a rather insane post but whatever. You'll learn to love it or you'll learn to love my middle finger ..!..
Preow.