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 wings... and a smecksy little sketch of Kao sharing my insomnia [looks like he's a ferdy yeer oold vuuurgeeen!] IT'S TOTALLY CEREALLY THE SMECKS, GUYS. I'M TOTALLY CEREAL ON THIS. Cereally.

My head hurts less. But my back itches like a BEEEEETCH. I don't flipping know why. It's just itchy and burny for no reason. Gahhh, my fookin' ghey too-small Abercrombie&Fitch shirt with all its freaky sewing and shit. Don't get me wrong. I fookin' love Abercrombie. But only some of their shirts. The ones on the clearance shelves. I got a perdy hawt t-shirt with a mooooose on eeeeet fook yeaaaaah for 12 fookin' bucks. Oh yahhh. Whadda now Wal-Mart?

GEEEEEE.

I'm bored now. What time is it? 12:14. JEEZ, I'M A FOOKIN SLOW TYPER.