the-good-capiberra

I'm feelin a bit zen, maties. Nuffin' to do. No e-mails. No IMs. New CD. Juno fuck yes. Oh yeah, and I broke it to my mom that I don't beleive in God. And I HATE ANIME. So yes, Juno CD. Love it. Loose Lips and Vampire are the most kick-ass songs ever. I shall put them on my player of the MPTres for my blonde friend who HASN'T HEARD OF THE MOVIE YET. Jeez, Banana. You turrible nucklehead. I saw that movie Penelope today. The chick with the pig face, y'know? Don't watch it. It's two hours of eye raping, but with PG-13 material. D: Oh yeah, and that last thing. Sorry, no Christian here. No athiest either. So book it. I beleive in reincarnatio

Gweeee! Journal! So yes, its about 10:49 and I have no plans to go to sleep. I have church but whatever. I don't haaave to shower. The pastor can stand my funk for one funkin' hour. So today I moved some tables with Mr.Porcupine Garrett. Then we had a plastic spoon fight. I pwned. BURNING FINGERRRR~! Hell yeah! I NEEDZ ME A TABLET. At least a Bamboo Fun small. I'd sacrifice my ghey junky ghetto-ass mp3 player for it. Scanning shit is made of fail. D: My mom needs to write up her resume so she can get her middle-aged booty to work. Then we'll have Kate's college saved up, my truck, and more importantly: MY FOOKIN' BAMBOO FUN. It would blow

Hurr hurr @ ma lazy midnight typing. It's dark as old mayonaise outside... Which is real bad, cause it's 11:54 at the moment of my looking approximately at teh toolbar of my stupid monitor screeeen. And old mayo is uasually a weird yellow color with some gnarly grease atop its funky grunge. Maybe if it was left without a lid... Next to pork tenderloin and chicken stew... My head hurts but I don't feel like sleep. I've been up talking about the gayness of Grizzly Man, dA [derrr], and how talented I am at drawing dudes that look like smecksy bitches eating zucchini and shrimp. Gee. I made a purdy nice animation of my fursona suddenly growing