Hi, my name is...

Soon.

Very soon.

It won't be as done as soon I want it to be. But I can't keep sitting on it without showing it. I guess... I guess the more time I have, the better it gets. It is coming along nicely. I'm pretty pleased thus far. Hopefully you will be pleased too, blog. I realize that it probably isn't as cool or awesome as you probably are hoping for, and I'm sure it might even be something you see and go ".... really? THIS is the big surprise? This is... pathetic" but... I'm hoping that is just me being a douche and expecting you to hate me for it. It's mostly a gift for you, you know. Though, i'd be a fucking liar if I said it wasn't for me too. Plus it's doing wonders for my internet fame. Bet you're pretty curious now, huh? No? Really? Okay. Fine. Be that way. Jerk.

Though it would still be nice to know what that phrase (the longer time = better it gets) is all about <________<. WHEN WILL I KNOW. There are other things I am still curious about. Such as one time when a certain person was all "i'm trying to act cool while being super nervous cos I don't know how these things work." I am still confused. I think there was a meth deal or something. I GUESS I'LL NEVER KNOW. <______<.

Confound these ponies, they drive me to drink. Wait... what?

I promise, blog, soon. I just need a little more time. Work is trying to kill me by switching my starting time by no less than twelve hours within four days. (Thursday start= 330p. Friday start=730a. Saturday start=2a. Sunday start= 8a.) Is shitty. Second shift, first shift, third shift, first shift. Cunt. /endrant

*works feverishly and passes out*

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