Well, after 9 years... seriously thinking of jumping ship. I'm tired of the spambots following me, quite a few regulars I follow are already gone. The Muskrat stuck a mortal blow and this thing is bleeding to death. Gods, honestly thinking of Threads.

Brain is yo-yoing, can't tell if the twitchyness is better than the lethargy.

Head going beyond bad to just plain ugly. May call it an early night and scream for a while.

Fuuuuck. Bray's heel work was damn near hypnotic. He will truly be missed. #ripwindhamrotunda

How much of my soul do I need to sell for a Monster Pipeline Punch to just appear in my hand?

Brain going bluh, but still alive.

How about you, #readersoftwitter? #WritingCommunity #bannedbooks

Post-surgery update: whole body ache. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Post-surgery update: Now have stitches in place few will likely see. Pain minimal. Ass did not fall off.

#NewProfilePic

Well, the all fluid diet before my surgery begins. Also found out a compounding pharm is making a post-surgery cream for me. So, any of you getting custom ass creams?!

No posting for me tomorrow. Because reasons.

Well, the anxiety about Father's Day is distracting from the anxiety of Friday's surgery... Dead for over a decade, and the drunken abusive fucker STILL lives in my head rent free.

Leverage

Head go brrr, me nap now

Poor William, someday he'll see that sailboat.

Photoplay: This is fine. Once more with respect to @kcgreenn's modern classic comic :) Enjoy!

They're reviving the Leprechaun franchise... again. And that's STILL more interesting than Dr. Disrespect uninstilling Call of Duty over a fucking skin.

Shit, every day I'm getting a little more anxious about my upcoming surgery. I mean, they are literally going to root around in my asscheek. I know I need it, and risk is near impossible... but still.

I think the Devil is going to have lots of hot, sweaty, gay sex tonight. And use Pat Robinson as the condom. Rest In Hellfire you hateful bastard.