Not dead. Just resting.

I said almost an update a week, right? Right?

Oh. It's Gravity.

Gravity only gets you down.

Tastes Like Chicken.

You know what freedom tastes like? Chicken. Yeah. I was surprised too, but who am I to complain? This is some goooood chicken.

As you've probably already guessed, I can't think of anything to write about. Somehow, though, I felt like I had to post something here.

So. Yeah.

You know what's better than having freedom? Being able to gloat about it.

HAHA, I'M FREE AND YOU'RE NOT!

Ahem.