I didn't mean for things to happen the way they did, but honestly, who ever does?... Who knew that if one mixed paradichloralbenzine, acetocosalicylic acid, lysergsyredietylamid, red dye no. 2 and Arby's secret sauce that it would in actuality summon the spunky demon of the dearly departed Elvis, king of Graceland? not me, for certain...
But it seems it worked out for the best, because it was the king himself, who, with his unliving breath spoke unto me and said...
"If you program, they will come, thankyaverymuch."

Finally, I got around to updating... I know, I know, a website is like a pet and needs lots of care and attention and lovin's and shit... and I DO care for it sometimes...I pet it's widdle tummy and feed it URL biscuits, yeah, like OMG seriously...But time is a precious commodity that I happen to be poor in. I haven't done much to the site, except throw in a few frames here and there, but I'm working on some other pages that *OUGHT* to be up in a couple of days, but then again, don't hold your breath, that was an optimistic ought. At any rate, my day consisted of suck. SEVEN people have called me thus far, and I haven't really wanted to talk to any of them...I didn't pass my run...it's too fucking HOT to do anything, ...[insert more bitching here] and Sarah is a crackwhore. =p