Run

Eff Religion and Eff You.

So Quiet. In A Bad Way.

I look about the den.

It's empty.

Sure, it's full of various things. Posters, movies, books and detritus.

But it's empty.

Everyone is gone, now.

Yay, lone wolf.

I don't know what to do with myself.

*Nix cries quietly in a room of emptiness*

Let's Drive Back And Forth! It'll Be FUN!!!

Work is all drive here, unpack for one or two shows and then pack the fuck back up. Unpacking those pots and pans that we neeed so muchh. (Gotta love Bob Barker, bitches!)

So, it's been awhile, hasn't it? What's that? What's been going on, you ask? Hmmm...

Work. I did 50 grand on paper and was informed that expenses were probably 20. WTF? Oh well. I sold the fuck out of that cookware in 8 days.

I haven't written for the Tomb in ages, but I'll be hitting it, again, very soon. I'll let ya know, if ya care. My sister was trying to tell me I should see this really cool movie called Wolf Creek. I informed her I purchased it when it came out and she was shocked. Me: "Well, if you ever went to the Tomb, you would have seen a short and concise little review of it by....ME." *sigh*

The 'Top is dead. I smashed the screen in a fit of fucking rage! Not really. I tripped over the table and nailed it with my elbow. So, there's a new one that actually works. Nice widescreen and the cool shit that makes a 'top a 'top.

Snow Patrol has a new album out and it's just fucking beautiful. And Panic! at the Disco kicks ass. Both of these bands have brilliant lyrics and the music is not like anything else I'm currently hearing. So, fuck yall's milk.

Went camping one night with my sis and Vominator. Got a good scare by a woodland creature in the middle of the night. BOBCAT! Or possum. It growled like a fucking monster, though.

This last couple of months has brought a big change to my life. And now I have to prepare for it all changing back, again. *hrmph*

@Quill: Congratulations, again! *bounces about the room*

@Hizz and Quill: I'll be there, tomorrow. Later than everyone else, but there.

@Hizz: Sorry I won't be here for your gathering. Work is like that.

@Spawn: I WILL fuck your fucking couch, bitch. And then you can shout: "I'm sick of this motherfucking Nix on my motherfucking couch!"

Nix says: NIX ON A MOTHERFUCKING COUCH, BITCH!