Writing and Reading

I bet you all thought I was dead. Well, I’m not. I’m STILL HERE to plague you all with my diction and wordage of unforgettable wonder and insatatiable insanity, tossing letters and words out in combinations that would make anyone cringe more than playing Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter or Killer Instinct!

FATALITY!!!!!

Look at all your blood, people. That’s right. I ‘fatalitized’ your asses. That’s right.

So last night I finally moved everything into the new apartment. I’m broke now, though. No, seriously–I’m actually BROKE. I have NO MONEY. At least until next Thursday (or until next Tuesday when my roommate gets a child support check, and she reimburses me for how much I had to put into the move-in cost).

It was a long, crazy day. But a miracle.

You believe in miracles, right? Oh, wait. You’re DEAD. I killed you with my series-4 fatalitizer.

FATAAAAAAAAAAAAALITY!!!!

I killed you again.

So no worries, readers: the Wretched Writer has returned to wreak writhing, rolling rocks of havoc (I just used all the R’s in the dictionary there) onto your head, causing tiny little bumps of madness into your brains and making you say ‘mommy, I’d like some calamari with pickle sauce please’ while you drool in a stupor.

But not for long.

As you may have already read, my consultation date for my eyes regarding the United States Navy will be on the 13th of February. That’s hopefully when I’ll swear in as a Seaman of the Navy as well.

I’ve been through so much already. I’m this close. At the very least, I’m staying in a hotel again . Fun, fun. So keep praying, keep hoping. And keep reading.

I’m still here writing.