Ahoy mateys! How be ye? Cap'n Tristan here, takin' ya on an adventure across the muthafuckin' shit. Arrrr, I be havin' a hard time keepin' this up. I be thinkin' that I be needin' to be takin' a different approach to this.
Fuck it. I couldn't keep that up. I bet it's hard to write old-school pirate novels. All the broken english an' shit. Not dat I would be doin' dat kinda shit on dis stuff anyways. Notta chance o' dat shit.
I cleaned my room! It looks awesome. I'm lovin' how the jewitch is lettin' me borrow her table fer me to bust out a desk on. It looks freakin' sweet up in here. Besides the ominous oder of kitty doodie, it's tip-top. I'm gonna light some incence. 666.
Gotta hand it to Vallory, for an agoraphobe, she sure knows how to have a good time. We kicked it with Acacia and her goblins today. Had a fucking ball. Acacia bought a fucking ball! It was fun. Went to Petco. Acacia got a bad-ass free rat score, and Vallory and I ate the treats outta the dog-bar. Saw the most adorable ball python there($80!).
666.
My night is drawing to a close. The jew is yawning on the couch, the mad scientist is wrapping up his BloodBowl game, and the Roastbeefy is having his last dinner of the night(17 I think). It's time to say good bye to all me honkys, and try to make a comfortable bed out of t-shirts and dirty towels. But before I go, look at...
...THIS!
Loves!
Tristan