No Name Here

God, I'm boring.

it's nine o'clock at night, and instead of watching a movie and staying up late like i know a LOT of people i know are doing,'m in bed, typing in secret as to not wake up my sister.

i'm also working on my story, but that's another matter entirely.

sadly, i've hit a stand still.

but that's not why i'm here.

this is for you, Slick: I am no short-order cook. I do not DRAW on the whims of a whiny, pushy guy from some stupid prep school. I draw what the muse tells me to draw, and if it ain't your face, then get over it. You and your little guy friends at work tonight really pissed me off, and I pray that whatever God may be up there gives you waht you deserve, ya whiny human.

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well, that's about it. I'm gonna try and type a little, then I'm going to bed.

Don't let the zombies bite, people! i love me some zombie . . . .

~Jink, the tired