It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.

Except it's not the end of the world, not yet anyway. Things are heating up, however, around the world. The riots in Paris, the situation with the ex-camel fucker in Iraq, the recent earthquakes, and just about everything else, including the scarcity of oil (unless you're a Middle East prince),

But now for some good news: I'm pregnant! Not really, but close to it. Actually, no, there's no truth to that at all. It's all rumor material. My comment? I do not have pregnancy issues. In fact, if I was pregnant, I'd probably get an abortion because I couldn't bring a child to this world. The world is too corrupt. Kids these days, wow! They're growing up so fast it's psychologically ill. We live in a time when a baby's first word could be "shit" or something. I mean, okay, if the baby has to shit it's letting the parents know that, but you know, that's not very logical.

Well, it looks like I'm going off on a tangent here, so until nex time, I remain... "happy to be here."