Extra special extra spicy.

This is a 4 month anniversary of something that youÂ’re unaware of. And hell, even though I love you all IÂ’m still not going to tell you what it is.

Lets start things off with the fact that the little scruff on my chin is gone. Why is it gone? ItÂ’s gone because I was screwing around with fait and my mind.

The reason I started growing this lilÂ’ scruff was because of a song namely, ThereÂ’s Always Something There To Remind Me. I figure, what better place to put that thing than right on my face. It was there to remind me of the last time I really fucked up.

That time, 4 months ago when the shields went up and I failed to do what I had to do at the time.

WhereÂ’s the irony you ask? Well, itÂ’s the fact that I rolled the dice and assumed IÂ’d get a chance tonight. [Queue the wishful thinking soundtrack here.] *Bzzt* Sorry, youÂ’re wrong. You donÂ’t get a chance to redeem yourself. Tough shit little man; itÂ’s all about hearing news that youÂ’ll probably never see the person in question again in your entire pretty little life. Yes, I said pretty although IÂ’m sure you read it as pity.

ItÂ’s all about the fact that me, myself and that jackass known as I all conjoin to cause confusion in the worlds of other people who canÂ’t understand that IÂ’m so simple.

Easy.

Fragma says I need a miracle, which I agree with one hundred and fifty one Â… err not proof, but percent.

Ok, so where the hell is this going? As usual, nobody even myself can find this answer.

On to brighter days!

Woo. Light me up baby, light me up.

ConorÂ’s here, weÂ’re drinking some beverages, playing some video games laughing it up. So take that, all you hot chicks. Take that andÂ… uhmÂ… come see us! Please, thank you.