Why do people live 'right beside' cemetaries? Don't they know that when the shambling hordes of the undead rise from their sealed concrete tombs, and claw their way through 4 feet of hardened earth, that their house is like the 7-11 of the underworld? Just curious...

My Aunt passed away today. I didn't cry... I'm not surprised by this, I've never cried at a funeral, but many of my family members insist that I do so. This perplexes me in the same way that they try to 'push' religion on me at times like these, as if it's the perfect time for the pitch. As if I would all of the sudden realize the whole 'mortality' thing on the spur of the moment. I have nothing against religion, it's just not for me, I've tried it, it doesn't work for me. Sorry. But I just think that I shouldn't be harrassed into christianity, simply because someone I love died. So, I'll miss her, and I'll be there for my uncle. And if you've actually read this, well, I don't have any kind of reward for you... But thanks for stopping by!

I've decided right here and now, that there will be absolutely NO way in hell, that I'll ever be tempted to eat hot pockets again... No matter how catchy their jingles are...

I cleaned my room three times today... I think I have a problem... I'm out of swiffer pads...

Right, so I have one of these now...

Yeah, that's about it.