Y'know, I don't do these often enough.

That'd be because I NEVER HAVE ANY BLEEDING TIME.



Uh, what was I going to say?

OH. OH OH OH OH! I remember. But it can wait til the end of this journal.

Anyway. Is this a pointless journal or what?

Uh, yeah. EE-MAR, EE-MAR, I'M A PTERODACTYL, AND I'M PTERRIFYING.

Anyway! The thing that could wait til the end of this journal.

A friend of mine, Charlie by name,

Is a strategist, deadly by aim.

He wants you to know,

And so, here I go.

That you mate, have just lost the game :3


I'm so unneccesarily proud of that, it's untrue.
...
Now you all want to kill me.