Okay, folks, I'm aboot to go ta youth group. My lovely little church. We used to only have, like, 15 teens, but now we have 30 something. What's sad is that most of these teens are preps - they don't do comics, or books for that matter, they don't like any music that's good, and treat me like crap on their shoes. I'm prepared to set them on fire. The only thing stopping me is this little voice inside my head that says 'that's a bad idea', but it's drowned out by a much louder voice that says "WHO THE F&^$ CARES ABOUT THEM?"
Of course, me being me, I mess with heads whenever I can. It doesn't help that my best (ond one of my only) friend is friends with the cvil incarnate ringleader, but I get the kicks when I can.
To my wonderful twin NerdySkeleton, it's cool if you don't like Hellboy - not many people do. We all ahve our own opinion, but if you're a Twitard, let me repeat myself: GET THE HELL OFF MY BLOG! Sorry to those who don't like twilight; i'm not yelling at you.
Well, my wonderful friends/readers/random people who found this weebsite, I leave you with this:
oops. I wanted to ppost a picture of the skull backpack I was making, but my faithful laptop Steve didn't want to post it. Oh well. Love to you all!
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