Tell Me You’re Not Okay & You Needed Me All Along

So, I never took those Before I Made It Pretty pictures of my room, you eventually shall receive a good view of my room Post Sexifying.

There is one thing I must get out before I forget it, and that is this:  I am watching NCIS, and I know, for a fact, that even if you’re used to the smell of decompos-ed/ing bodies, when you open a crypt plot to find a fully decomposed body, the smell WILL shock you, make you gag probably, maybe even make you lose your lunch.

I’m not saying I know the smell, but I’ve read my share about the dead and their bodies and the stink they make once they start to rot, and apparently, it’s not pretty, and apparently, it stinks to high heaven.  And these people aren’t even flinching, not even the army general who’s invading their investigation who probably doesn’t see dead bodies on a weekly basis, or smell them for that matter.

Anywho, I’ve been listening to a few songs nonstop, including the new Avril Lavigne song, which I just can’t get out of my head.  I love it, and it’s stupid, and it’s FABULOUS.

Whatever.  It’s taken me two hours to get this much out, so you’re not going to get anything else.

Actually, you will.  Guess who got a job?

Yes, me!  Who did you think?  Jeez, that’s harsh…

– since you’ve been gone – theory of a deadman –