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...