Erased...
I write to you from the grave dear friends,
I deleted every entry from this summer. As far as the entire planet is concerned, I have been in Paraguay or Sri Lanka or Tokyo taking belly dancing lessons and eating spicy Indian food.
I died in tragic miscommunication w/ a Colombian informant (seeing as how I don't speak Chinese) and the enraged shemale took off my arm w/ a dulled plastic knife. It hurt...a lot. And arms bleed a ton. The funeral WILL be open casket so you can see the flesh wound. Woot.
The End.
I deleted every entry from this summer. As far as the entire planet is concerned, I have been in Paraguay or Sri Lanka or Tokyo taking belly dancing lessons and eating spicy Indian food.
I died in tragic miscommunication w/ a Colombian informant (seeing as how I don't speak Chinese) and the enraged shemale took off my arm w/ a dulled plastic knife. It hurt...a lot. And arms bleed a ton. The funeral WILL be open casket so you can see the flesh wound. Woot.
The End.