Halloween fast approaching!

I know I haven't updated in ages, but I could give a flying fucking rat's ass about that. My blog which nobody reads will be updated whenever the fuck I feel like it.

Anyhoo, with that out of the way, my favorite holiday is coming up (It's not All Saint's day, dumbass). I simply loved the concept of the morbid and macabre decorations since I was the twisted wee tot who watched the shining at the tender age of 5. This year I'm going as Carrie, from the movie/book Carrie. I'm so giddy I'm not even going to say any more about my anticipation, yay!

I really wish I had some alcohol handy, preferably something strong and here's why, last week I went to see one of them witch doctors, otherwise known as shrinks. Here's the breakdown of how that went, I push the cripple (my dad) to her office, we get questionaires, I speak to her for about an hour and a half, the cripple talks to her for 20 minutes, wham! Bam! This declare little ole' me bi-polar and give me crazy pills. Shocking, ain't it?

Seriously, I am NOT making this up, has our society become so efficient that they can diagnose mental illness and prescribe medication for it in a matter of about 2 hours? I very well may be delusional but the logic in that escapes me. Fucking Christ.

Last week I also developed a painful and annoying throat infection, not much to say about that except I'm on the mend and can almost eat and talk to perfection and without pain.

Without further adieu I'm stepping out, but before I do I'm announcing that I'm starting a video podcast with my friend and we'll film our first episode at a halloween party, hope the viewers (or lack thereof) enjoy it, don't really care if they don't, I may be bi-polar and a bitch, but I'm not constantly seeking approval from complete fucking strangers, ciao!