MOBBY ...bucka chicka wow wow boom ba doooooom SHIT

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I'm just going to go ahead and pretend that didnt' happen, because its obvious that when Eric releases rage it doesn't end well, and drama ensues. SO, without more time wasted, I have decided to go ahead and reopen my journal. As good as it may not be for anyone who wants to waste their blasted time on reading this, its good for me, and whats good for me should matter at least a little bit to the blasted-reading-time-waster-people. Pour me a shot and call me Frank, I'm a new man. No really though, I think next year when people ask what I'd like to be called, I'm going to say Frank...literally. To pay some homage to Frank Balistrieri, the mob boss who died a couple years ago...poor guy, shouldn't have cheated people, and fixed sporting events, IT JUST DIDN'T PAY...well maybe a little...He made enough to secure himself and still send his friends 40,000 a week. Now thats good buisness. Whatever he's family...so well nothing is more intimidating than Frank Balistrieri, or even..... Frankie Balistrieri...Which is interesting because you know how people call me bal? well his friends all called him Frankie Bal...HoW sUpEr NeAt! thats too much rambling...look up Balistrieri on the net if you've got some free time...pretty cool stuff.

Also, my spoon is too big.

Also also....I am a banana.