I bet some of you thought I’d abanadoned this… and you were happy about it, too! Weren’t you!? Rejoicing in the streets like Fox News journalists when they heard that Muslims were probably behind the Twin Tower Airplane Takedown!

Well, I’ve abandoned nothing, except my sense of shame, and that was years ago! YEARS!

If you see me doing this, pelase kick me in the teeth

No, I simply had yet another one of my bouts of depression. Actual depression. Not the sad emo kind where I mope about and then feel better by shit talking other people, comparing medications and buying new clothes. The actual kind where you put on a saccharine smile, continue about your mundane life like some sort of automated robot-zombie, and other than forgetting to actually bathe every other day because it just seems like too much effort, no one twigs on to the fact that anything could actually be… y’know… wrong. Besides, if you’re into anime, people just take the non-bathing as par for the course.

And then I remembered to take my Fukitol, and it all went away.

Better lviing through chemistry. Remember it. Live it. Love it. Be sad that Repo The Genetic Opera has been made into a shitty action movie, with just enough changes so that the guy that created it gets nothing, and continue living because not doing so is just as pointless, but has fewer orgasms.

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