Fuck Twitter.

Lately I've gotten calls/emails from people who want me to make a twitter. Well to hell with that. Why would I make a twitter so the whole world knows who I'm stalking, or how to escape me? Twitter is for celebrities and people who want to feel important, or are really bored. Not for guys who dismember their victims and mentally mess with others. Ah well...there's only 2.5 days left till this weekend and Scrubs is on so it's chill.

Damit bro.

I got a call from my bro, literally, at 2:30 in the morning. I guess he doesn't know what being hung over is like, I guess because he's only drunk on life, but he calls me all excited to ask me the dumbest question. He wants to know if I want to see the sun rise with him. WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? I just hung up on him as soon as I heard him say, "but slender...please I just wanna watc.." Ughhhh...damit...now mom's gonna yell at me while dad just sits on the couch and watches football. She always yells at me saying things like, "Slender! WHY is there a bloody garbage bag on my new floor tile" or, "can't you stalk someone without bringing mud into this household?"  He's always happy, I just don't get it. This is basically what all of our pictures together look like:

Made by the ever so awesome bra...Agent-Sarah

It's gonna be a long christmas vacation. Fuck....My....Life.