I donâ€™t go out a lot, but I went out last night. And I came home to a ransacked house. I heart Jesus.
It had to happen eventually. 7 years surrounded by animals, and youâ€™re bound to get bit. Iâ€™m honestly shocked it took so long. The first few years I was so paranoid I was going to be shived in my sleep. Then nothing. I guess I had it coming.
Anyhoo, the fuckers took my computer, so I probably wonâ€™t be updating much. Iâ€™m posting this through sheer force of will. Iâ€™ve also lost all my contacts and e-mails and pictures and pretty much anything I had been dicking around with for the last few years. And all my Dear John letters. Whatever will I do? So if you donâ€™t hear from me, or think I forgot your birthday (sorry, Jeff), or generally feel like youâ€™re dead to me, itâ€™s not because human beings are worthless, dirty cockroaches who Iâ€™d just as soon make watch their parents and children dismembered as acknowledge their right to breathe my air. Probably.