Today, my leg itches due to a very concerning mosquito bite that I somehow aquired.

I've finally compiled a stinkhole of words together to create an concept intro for my newest peice of literary blasphemy. I have entitles said work "Halo II Stole My Boyfriend." I think its going to be a couples therapy book.

I do not need said therapy.

I don't feel like wearing pants right now.

I still have to fold my laundry.

Having said nothing important once more....

Adieu.