I tried to pretend I was "sane" for a while. Yes, that just worked out so marvelously. I got off thinking about eviscerating someone in the registration office, so apparently all is not as right as I would have liked to think.
Eh, I give up. There's no use pretending that I have no violent streak. At least I have a controlled outlet for it: Alex lets me use the knife on him. And he can take some pretty impressive pain. Boy's useful for something.
Still don't have much time to write, but I doubt that's a major concern for anyone. Working on something involving a sorority girl I met right now. It'll probably be on here eventually.
Meanwhile
Smile, kids.
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