Chilling at home, drinking a beer. Not sure if I should be or not.

I’m shitting like a pet coon, breaking out, bloated, was cramping, but still no period.

Not that i’m really worried about it. I’m not carrying a bastard child. Or at least I better not be.

If I am, I will have the biggest guy I know throw me down flight after flight of stairs until either I lose it or die trying.

Maybe I can get Jared to help. He’s experienced at throwing me into walls. Now he can expand into throwing me down stairs. What a faggot!

Whatever. Not worried about it. I’m going to charm Jeremy Shockey into taking me to Vegas. I’ll marry him there and he can adopt.

Btw, this blog is for me only, now. I’m following only one guy that hasn’t posted in forever, and I’m going to assume that no one else is follwing me. This is where shit gets real. No sugarcoat.