trahern

Thanks, Michelle.

This is me, trying to do this kinda thing more often. Watch me type stuff. This is me typing stuff. Stuff stuff stuff. What fun.

I was typing in my deadpan voice there. I know, it's hard to tell. I think going through the Sinfest archives last night might have something to do with this brand of humour.

I've considered doing a livejournal thing, but I don't think my life is that interesting. Especially when I read others'. Let's see if I can remember anything of importance over the last year, hm.

Ah yes, the eldest generation of my enemies died of cancer; bastard didn't last half as long as my mother, which I sometimes consider a shame. Some of the next generation is also expected to die of cancer next year, and the rest are fucked up one way or another, insane or har drugs users or whatever. Hopefully the lack of smegheads will help straighten the generation after that out.

In my nicer moments I admit I wouldn't wish cancer on anyone. I'm not in that zone right now. An old friend has more recently told me she is also ill, though apparently she's less likely to die so soon. Seeing her for Christmas along with the rest of her family. Might even cuddle her daughter awhile.

More before the big man's birthday, perhaps.