I'm hot, why hasn't anyone asked for permission to be my friend so I can deny them yet?

So, I kinda forgot about this thing. Whatever. I'm not going to apologize for not being on because no one even reads this shit. Not that I blame them, anyway. I mean, it's me.

Christmas is coming up, according to Jessica. Christmas is stupid. It's stupid because it's based around a stupid religion with a bunch of stupid rules and stupid followers and a stupid god who doesn't love this stupid world. On top of that, people buy shit for each other, which makes people happy. That's stupid. People don't deserve to be happy; they've never done anything to deserve it.

What assholes.


Anyway...

So, I've noticed that people are drawing me... aside from Jessica. I never gave them permission to do that.

Whatever, though. I'm finally starting to get the recognition that I deserve.




Hm, this "MisterCold" person seems to sure like me. Although the second pic seems to suggest that I'm gay... I don't like it when people suggest that I'm gay.


I've noticed a bunch of pictures of me sitting around Jessica's table. Weird girl.

Also, I had to prove to them today that I can play the VIOLA. Not the VIOLIN, but the VIOLA. Violins are all high and squeaky. They're a girly instrument, as far as I'm concerned.

And I am NOT A GIRL, FUCK YOU.

Do you see me cooking, cleaning, and wearing a dress? Do you see me putting on make-up? NO.

Assholes.

Now.

I want my licorice.

...

Flower Bitch ate it, didn't he? That asshole. I'm going to fucking kill him.

Or... whatever it can be called. I don't exactly have the hands to do this...

What has happened, what has happened... let's see... swimming or something along the lines of that. Truthfully, I wasn't really paying attention to the water... heh...

We got back from camping. It was windy, rainy, and cold. I don't really like the cold, as you now know.

We also went swimming in some deep lake. There was some sort of... lobster-like creature in the water...

Apparently Jessica is going to some party soon. You know what that means, right? Alcohol. Might actually be able to get a buzz.

Haha... And you know what THAT means, right?

...

I guess you don't. Oh well. It's none of your business, anyway.

Also. I was bored earlier, and was thinking of ways to take over the world. Hey, I was bored. I decided that the best way would be to get the entire American army to join a cult, overtake the government, and then use that war-mongering country to take over from there. Heh.

We just got back from the carshow. It was crowded, but, that didn't bother me at all. It bothered the girl a little, though. What a wimp... There wasn't much to do there, aside from look at old, outdated cars. Once we finally left, we had to go to DAIRY QUEEN of all places.

I despise Dairy Queen with every fibre of my being...

It was a stupid idea to go there. It's really sunny out, and there's lots going on. Since the Dairy Queen is near the beach (which is where everything was going on), it was crowded... it was full of old people, rude people, slow people... every kind of person that I absolutely hate...

Luckily, we get to go back to the house today. Much more room to move around... or, from what I can see, anyway. It's not like I'd know the difference. After all, I'm not real. Oh well. Maybe I'll get lucky and come to life someday...



HAHAHAHA... No.

Well, Jessica made me one of these... apparently she thought it would be funny... ugh... that girl has absolutely no sense of humour whatsoever... Nonetheless, I suppose that I should... make use of this thing... after all, I had to burn my old journal because... nevermind about that.

So, assuming that this site is used like a regular journal (which would explain why it's known for pathetic, snivelling excuses of human beings... "emos", are they called?), I should treat it as such and talk about my life, hm? Well... might as well give it a try, right?

Today, I really didn't do much. Sat around, watched TV, begged for demanded licorice (which I didn't receive, even after all of that begging offering sexual services demanding)... Jessica's mother got this cat, who I absolutely loathe... much like everyone else. If I was real, I'm sure that it would attempt to kill me... well, not before I kill it, of course... ha...

I tried these smoothies today... "Booster Juice"? They weren't very good... that girl... haha she actually liked the damned things. Now if there were smoothies in licorice flavour...

I found my dhole plush this morning. I thought that I had lost that thing... well, it turns out that it was buried with my other belongings the entire time. It used to have such... sentimental value when I was a child... now it's nothing more than mere faux fur and polyfibre filling. I suppose that I'll keep it on hand; throwing away something that was once so cherished seems wrong.

Whoa.
Whoa.
WHOA.

I... cared about something. I should probably get some sleep. There's something wrong here. Very... very... wrong.

Oh wait.

Caring sensations gone.

Must have been some weird side-effect from those smoothies. Either that, or I'm going completely insane from being locked up in here.

 I wonder what air tastes like...