Happy (if you can call it that) New Year to everybody who realizes this is just another year before each person dies, as the world around us slowly decays and kills itself. If you didn't realize this, by accident or just downright ignorance, no happy new year for you!

And so we plunge into a new age of degrading ourselves, all within the measure of a unit of "time", which as has been said by me before, is an illusion chemically created by our feeble, instict driven cerebral meats. And it's pretty likely it's going to get far worse. Perhaps a nuclear bomb will kill us all? A ravaging disease that infects and kills half or more of the population? Aliens who use gigantic death beams to brutally slaughter us to clear the Earth so they can colonize it or sell bits of it as real estate? Flaming llama children from the socks of Tony Snow, who leap through the toast of retired grout-scrubbers living in Florida, making the economy collapse? (Yes, I know how strange that sounded and I honestly don't care what you think, that is, if you have the neural faculties to at least mimic the act of misinterpreting data and getting mad over it.)

I'm still groggy from all the sleep I didn't get on the Ohio trip... I went to bed late and fell asleep later, I had to wake up early for the drive... Plus my caffeine habit kinda hinders that whole 'sleep' thing. Just a fad, I tell you, I mean, two years from now nobody's gonna be sleeping! Or maybe that'll just be because of a large upswing in births, meaning more whiny, air wasting children to keep parents, siblings, neighbors, and anybody else awake 24/7. I can envision a law being passed for 'Baby smacking', to silence them as a community effort, as in if a child got too loud, somebody could take a shovel and beat them senseless to make them shut up. No, seriously.

Time for an Emo joke. One of the most commonly asked questions in circles of friends is, "Who cut the cheese?" But in circles of Emo friends (hey, if they're allegedly so alone and misunderstood, why do they have friends?) the most commonly asked question is, "Who spilled stage blood trying to convince us they really do cut their wrists?" (Instead of 'Who cut their wrists?')

Oh, and an item of note: If you actually read this blog, every day or at least check all the entries posted between visits to this blog, or take a look at my disorientingly harsh thoughts that have been translated to digitized text-based word collectives (I hear the hip word for that is 'sentences') just once in a while, I laugh in your faces. HA, HA, HA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HA HA, HAAAAAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHA! HA! HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HA! HA HA H- HGHAGHCK! Sorry there, I forgot I usually mock people by laughing and using sarcastic terms/words. But whatever, I'VE WASTED NUMEROUS PORTIONS OF YOUR LIFE BY WRITING THESE ENTRIES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!

Now if you'll excuse me, I must go find a child and grind and maim their hopes and innocence into twisted and bitter wretchedness.