Man, I feel a draft in here

No seriously. I started writing a blog post for today and the thing is turning out to be ginormously huge. I had to save the damn thing as a draft so that I can be the weakling that I am and go to sleep of all things. Which means that I'm actually planning a post. 


Right now I feel like Cookie Monster when they told him he had to eat vegetables: 

My sentiments exactly, Cooks. My sentiments exactly.

For reals, yo. Brain decided that it had plenty of crap to tell y'all and that it obviously is too important to try and split into two or even three parts. NO. It must all be done TOGETHER. No paragraph, sentence, word or letter is to be left behind! 


So yeah, now I've created some sort of suspense factor or something. Hope you don't mind. I don't even know if it's all that suspenseful. Maybe if I said that there was a bear involved. And explosions and colours and OH MYLANTA! So much joy. SO MUCH. Joy. JOY. Joy unto the highest of heavens!


Also, I was just about to post this when a mosquito decided it wanted to try and ninja some blood sucking on my arm to which I said "HELL NO, GINA" and promptly caught it with a fabric softener sheet that was just chillin' out on my bed and then I twisted the bastard to it's death. I have no mercy nor remorse when it comes to killing mosquitoes. Them buggers have quite literally scarred me for life and I WANT REVENGE, DAMMIT.


Anywho. Now I'm done.




...OR AM I???? 


































































































I think I'm getting good at this suspense thing. 


























































































































Maybe.














































































































































Probably not.






















































































































HA! You totally thought I was going to write something else, didn't you? 
Well you were WRO-- oh, fuck, you were right.












































































































Damn.