About five years ago Dabi asked me to send her a vial of my blood. I figured, what the Hell. But I never got around to it. I always meant to.
Well, just now I ordered two empty test tube vial necklaces. I am so sending her a vial of my blood on a chain totally out of the blue.
I am also going to demand that she fill the other vial for me.
This is gonna be sweet.

I can't put my finger on what it is exactly, but I am strangely fond of the guy on the ShamWow commercials. He is very entertaining.

( ShamWOW! )

I mean, how can anyone really argue with that? He almost got me to order this shit.

( Supplemental SlapChop! )
"You're gonna love my nuts!"

"Guys, we're gonna make America skinny again- One slap at a time!"

*falls over laughing*

Vince is my hero.

In step we feel. We were in time with the beating of our own hearts, pulsing liquid heat and life from our bones like synthetic charity. Looking on in unassuming disinterest, we can only count over our differences. Like beasts full of rage, unwittingly becoming the murdered and the murderer, we keep in step with our greed. With eyes so focused and intense we could burn down our cities, leave civilization a smoldering ruin of ash and memory. It will be the final burial of ancestors so long forgotten; up to their throats in our blood and filth. There will be no peace. It was all for nothing.

There is no cause for concern. Merely the internal conversations of a woman-child.

Friends only.