So she hates me again. I suppose it's my fault... cursed me. If she still reads this insect's web of insignificant writings, well.. am sorry. It's the 24th. Sigh.

And I didnt kill anybody today! Wheeeee... driving seems more interesting now. Soon, I'll be able to run people down. Licence to kill indeed.

And I also need to write a letter to a little girl of fantasy. Audition piece for a freelance job. Help me edit it when im done yar....

Finally, happy bday dad. U think we dun care but we do. We just do things a little differently.