fuck joan bond in her stupid ass.

it's nearing that time of the month. the time of each month where i begin getting depressed and become anti-social, whiney, and aggitated. no, i'm not getting my rag. bills will be due soon. this month, the money will come from (__insert your idea here__).

"bang, clang, hammer and twist. no body knows i exist and i'm pissed. but, i won't be mentally scarred. instead, i make toys, toys of the graveyard."