I just blew my first blog load...

Ah christ...blogging was the last thing on my mind, but seeing as pretty much all of my friends are, I thought i'd give it a shot.

I am so fucking happy here, after years of torment I am on easy street, I've never been more determined to do well, dang, I've even started my end of semester essays. That's probably as serious and reflective as I'm ever going to be on this thing. So here's a funny story to pass the time.

I come from a spawn of Moorcock's, laugh it up. I am. As requested, heres a story of the youngest of the lot, Isaac. Isaac seems like a nice boy, but give him two cans of cider, an attic and a young girl, you get a modern day Jack the Ripper. You see, I'd never imagine myself being associated with a mild rapist, let alone related to one. I won't go into details, but young Isaac stuck his digits in the holiest of holies without prior consent. This was at a friend of his sporting the surname 'Mann', that's one syllable away from 'Manson'. Parallel much? I don't want my brother associating with these people, they introduced Isaac to marijuana before i'd even taken my first toke. I bet they're black too.* These little mishaps have me wonder of the many dark secrets people possess. I really hate them, they shouldn't be committed in the first place to even qualify as secrets. The only thing I'm guilty of is a bi-daily visit to Spankwire, and that's fully broadcasted. Errrr, serious alert. I like my friends, especially the one with a hole in his sack. I like music, and I'd like other people to like my music, it's really beautiful and cathartic.

Here's the facial; I used to collect Beanie Babies.

*Nothing in this blog should be taken seriously.