...reading your journal makes me sad

I took someone off my friend list.

First time ever.

But I only did it because they are a douche and I want to continue to enjoy their webcomic without having to listen to them bitch and moan about yellow journalism (especially when its obvious the media is just trying to sell shaudenfraude), misspellings (that is not the french way to spell restaurant, I don't even know why that matters), how awful "trannies" are even though she's a lesbian and should be fighting for all equal rights.

I just feel that reading their journal updates would make me lose interest in an otherwise creative story.

I started out with a few valid points and then it just got fucked.

As it turns out Twitter doesn't help at all with my blogging addiction, it just gives me more to think about.

It looks like no sleep tonight, recent events have given me lots to think about...making me even more restless.

There is a possibility that JB will be crashing here a lot after this week, I think I will offer the Ducky Party idea to her, sounds like so much fun.

I need a black wig, preferably a sexy bob-cut. Reasons to be disclosed later.

You know what, its been a while since I dressed in all black. I used to go to my family reunions fully gothed up.

OMG, I'm doing it. I am so fucking doing it. There is so much shit hitting the fan there anyways, why can't Jessi show up in fishnets and black lipstick?

There is no reason actually, I'm going to work on my ensemble.