RIP Michael Jackson. Yeah, I said it. What? I liked his music! That was the first concert I ever went to... back when McNichols Arena was still around in ye olde 80's! Anyway, he might have been a strange bird, but he was one hell of an entertainer. Peace be with him.

ANYWAY...

I don't know why my family insists on being such drama queens. Sometimes I feel like I can't get a sincere answer about anything from anyone other than my grandpa. I wish they would all just chill the f*ck out and live life. It's too short to be miserable.. might as well enjoy the ride. If you can't be pleasant then just smile and shut the hell up because I don't need your crap. Ahem.

In other news, I HAVE POCKETS!!! ... No, really. I have pockets. The pockets on my black pants were sewn shut and I thought they were fakes, you see... decorative pockets! It wasn't until a hole broke in the seam that I realized I could cut them open. They weren't just "stitched" together with a few loose threads these bad boys were sewn shut. I was so excited about my pockets today I can't even explain it. Unless you carry a bottomless abyss of a purse like I do you don't know what it's like to try to search for your keys only to find *everything* else.

I don't know what I want for dinner... but I'm pretty hungry.

It'd be nice if I could draw something that didn't suck ass... lately the muse has been on vacation and her temp is obsessed with written word rather than pictures. I have been writing a storm lately but everything I draw or even doodle turns out looking like I drew it with a pencil lodged between my buttcheeks. (gross..) Oh well, try try again!

Ubisoft is moving to Toronto... if only.....