Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's,
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs."

"Come feed the little birds,
Show them you care,
And you'll be glad if you do;
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare.
All it takes is tuppence from you."

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
"Feed the birds," that's what she cries
While overhead her birds fill the skies.

All around the Cathedral, the Saints and Apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.

Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she's calling to you:
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag.
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag."

... can I not sleep well at night anymore?

... do I ache so much?

... can't I relax these days?

... are my neighbors so stupid?

... do my paws get so worn out?

... does the sun come up?

... is Bela Lugosi dead?

... (for this one, send a note :P)?

Fuck school. Fuck life. Fuck this apartment. Fuck my neighbors. I'm too tired to bother anymore.

I just realized I've been going to school for 17 years of my life. I don't think I can take much more. I'm being driven crazy by boredom and loneliness. I can't stand the idiots who live down the hall. I'm separated from everything I care about and love, except for what I've been able to hoard in my apartment. My circle of friends has diminished to what it was three years ago. I have NOTHING to stimulate my mind anymore. I think perhaps I ought to just call it quits and cease going to school. What point is there? I'll probably die if I go to grad school anyways, out of sheer and utter hatred for life.

In other news, even though it's still monday I figured I'd reprise those TMI Tuesday journals for the hell of it since I don't have anyone to talk to. Have fun and ask me anything you like.

I AM A DAD NOW! I AM SO EFFING HAPPY AND MY KIDS ARE UTTERLY PRECIOUS!

24/7 THE THUNDER WILL ROLL, BITCHES.

So... sometime around noon tomorrow (August 16), I'm going back to college. I wish I didn't have to got to classes and shit but, well, that's life. Good news is, I'll be back with you cool folks and we can get some catchin'-up done! Also there'll be booze and fun stuff which I have been forced to abstain from during my time back home.

First off, exciting news is that I am now the proud owner of my very own WWII-dated M1 Garand battle rifle!

Second, IT'S TUESDAY, MUTHAFUCKAH! Ask your questions and shit.

TUESDAY! ASK YO' SHIZNIT.

Gotten from Timberclutch (I don't know how to do icons, sorry dude.)

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you love me?
5. Give me a nickname and explain why.
6. Describe me in 1 word.
7. What was your first impression of me?
8. Would you hug me?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. Are you gonna put this in your journal and see what I say about you?
13. Would you meet up with me?
14. Do you enjoy having me as a friend?
15. Would you spend some quality time with me?

It's TUESDAY again. Yay. If you guys wanna comment, cool. If not, it's fine too. I'm just bored out of my head and effing tired of being away from my friends.

So, uh, yes. My first TMI journal as a 22-year-old. How delightful. I hope it's more interesting than my effing dentist appointment.

WHAT UP HOMESKILLETS! I'm 22 now!

So it's now slightly less than a week before I turn 22. Wow. I'm almost a third of the way through my twenties, or will be this time next year. Almost. Anyways, I figured that since I neglected to do a tuesday journal, I'd do a Secret Saturday journal or something like that. It works the same way as a tuesday but on a saturday, so there's more drinking involved. Possibly more sex involved too. Anyways, yes, I will again answer any and all questions that are posed to me. So if you want to ask, go ahead. c:

BEHOLD! For it is once again the Day of Týr! And as such, we once again praise him and render unto him glory in the form of juicy questions and suchlike. Which I'm sure pleases him greatly and makes him proud that we've utterly gone and buggered up his day with that kinda stuff.












BUT WHO CARES?!!

And now...

CHAMPAGNE!

Hi everyone. I just thought I'd share this charming song with all of you. c:


A poor aviator lay dying,
At the end of a bright summer's day.
His comrades had gathered about him.
To carry his fragments away.

The airplane was piled on his wishbone,
His Hotchkiss was wrapped 'round his head;
A spark-plug he wore on each elbow,
'Twas plain he would shortly be dead.

He spit out a valve and some gaskets,
And stirred in the sump where he lay,
To mechanics who 'round him came sighing,
These brave parting words he did say:

"Take the magneto out of my stomach,
And the butterfly valve off my neck,
Extract from my liver the crankshaft,
There are lots of good parts in this wreck.

"Take the manifold out of my larynx,
And the cylinders out of my brain,
Take the piston rods out of my kidneys,
And assemble the engine again."

Hey there boys and girls. Guess what day it is again? :P

WELL! I'm not sure why this warrants a journal, 'cause it's kinda random. But... flipping through the channels only a few moments ago, I was rewarded with a LOVELY view of a naked Ewan McGregor and his manhood. The film in question is called "Young Adam". If, like me, Ewan is one of those film stars you'd rather like to see naked, thank you very much, have a look at this film. That is all.

Well, everyone, it's exactly one month until my 22nd birthday. It feels weird that I've been out of school for a whole month. Sure doesn't feel that way. Not sure what else to say, really. Hope y'all are all doin' okay and enjoying your summers. Even though it's a few days late, Imma say thanks to Ookamibito for coming to visit me and trucking me all over the city to do fun stuff. I'd say more but that's a secret, shhhh! ;3

hello fellow fuzzbutts. it's that time of the week again. all comments are welcome! c:

Damn, it's tuesday again. Time flies when you're bored outta your skull. Well, you guys know the drill, I suppose.

Ask away, folks. And please think of some good questions, lol

Lol, I don't really expect folks to comment. But I encourage you to do so anyways. Ask away, y'all.

It's Tuesday again, y'all! If ya got questions, ask away!

I MISS MY FRIENDS! I've only been home a few days and I'm already bored and lonely. I can't do anything here at home. No transportation. I'm really short-tempered with my parents 'cause they're f*ckin' dolts. And I'm tired of being all cooped up in the house. I don't want to do things if I have to do them with my dad. I wanna do them with y'all!

In other news... Well. there's no other news. I'm just f*cking bored, guys. Anyone have suggestions for me?