Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wagn'nagl fhtagn ("In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."). --HP Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

The stars hath turned in the heavens once more: Mighty Cthulhu stirs. His dreams reacheth forth, communing with those with ears to hear. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! His thoughts trample down along the pathways of thy mind; thou knowest His footprints, each of which is a wound...

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Hokay, here we go...

*Looks around fearfully*

So it seems that the coast is finally clear: No one that I care about knows that I'm blogging again. The only people that have noticed are peeps whose opinions I care about (except that Richard Cranium asshole--I mean, who cares about him?).

Oh Hi Dick!

Where to start? Hmmm, I want to puke over what happened at VT, until I think about how that happens every freakin day in Iraq...I want to tell Abu Gonzales to go fuck Wolfowitz up his neo-con ass until I realize that just lets Emperor Chimpy McFlightSuit off the hook...and I want to eat a bullet for loving my g/f of five years and yet still want to cheat on her.

Wow, I'm a complete dick, but at least I feel bad about my flaws; whereas the damned rightards revel in them. News flash: Being a complete dick isn't something to which anyone should aspire.

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