My blood was blacker than the chambers of a dead nun's heart

Live and latebreaking! My good friend Negative/Charge might come around to guest-blog in the next week or so. Of course, he never fucking updates his own blog so don't hold your breath.

As an intro, I could say a lot of things. N/C is wicked funny, smart, and talented. My conversations with him generally go like this:

Me: I'm so bored.
N/C: That's because you're an asshole.
Me: Is this how they teach you to deal with your aggression in your court-appointed pedo group therapy?
N/C: Is that how they say hi in whoretown?
Me: Fuck you.
N/C: You're abt. 20 years too old for me.

Anyhow, there you go.