Yeah, most of the time I listen to the radio station and hear a bunch of pop crap. This song has been spinning for a little while now and it never really sank into my head until today.

Mom picked up the Midget for a special trip to Disneyland, just the two of them. This spring has been all screwed up in timing.

.... so I know that I don't need to be purchasing cute little books with which to write my innermost personal thoughts in.

Wake up, people, it's the fucking thousands and something!

I'm fucking bored.

I'm fucking tired of living in this house.

I fucking miss my ManPerson.

I'm fucking itchy and I'm sick of it.

Not sure if you read this, but gathering from the information that's been filtering to me recently, I'm going to take a stab at the fact that you are.

So, here's where it gets interesting.

Depth and layers and onions and ogres. People always are looking for more behind the curtain. There's a magician back there, they swear.

The concept of god is laughable to me. That there's some magical being off in a far away place, waiting to accept you into his little oasis from the digs he created on Earth.

For Xmas, I bought my sisters a copy of Final Fantasy 12 for the Playstation. They've been playing it for hours on end since December 27th, trading off and building up a character. They've also been boring the fuck out of me.