billenium

You can't trick me!
I'm onto you!
I've caught your scent and now I'm hot on your trail, howling at the moon in my slavering bloodlust! The thrill of the chase consumes me!

My heightened senses have alerted me that you've rejoined the site, and may I add: MWA HA HA HAAA! You can't evade my razor-edged clutches indefinitely!

Now BLOG! BLOG you demented ear weasel, you semi-translucent pinecone extractor, you multi-tailed cactus monkey, you steaming furnace packed with the freshly dried towels of humanity no longer damp with the foul ichors of treachery and self deception!

BLOG!

BLOG as though your life depends on it!

Because I can assure you, my carefully hand-sculpted earwax doll of duplicity and/or high-octane currency disinterment...

IT DOES.

Yeah, well, that was just an idea I had. I guess you can do whatever you want.

FOR NOW.....


Yeah, I'm on the mend now, but it got pretty fucking bad. Bad enough that I might consider getting a flu shot next year.

Bad enough that I actually went to the doctor. Yeah. THAT bad.

Hope life in Troy is good!!!