Layouts and Leftovers, Otherwise Known as MY LUNCH.

Right. So, I've been trying to find a good layout. For now, we're going with the man in black I like to call Mr. Creepy (don't ask why I drew him one night, but I was in a stalker mood and listening to stalker music).
I need to find a good zombie picture or something. :P
[Scary Furby FTW.]

On another note- leftovers. My father has eaten what was going to be my lunch two days in a row, now, fully aware that it was mine. That pisses me off. Well, a lot of things piss me off, but eating my food when we don't have anything else pisses me off the most (at least for three days at a time). The spaz.
There also seem to be a number of questionable items in the fridge at any given point in time. One of those items includes a container of breakfast sausages... Or should I say mutilated grey, brown, and black sticks of death? The reason: my sister tried to cook. Again. FAIL.

Random crap and such:

• I'm probably screwed for our next English assignment. I'm still on chapter one of The Count of Monte Cristo and so far have no clue what I'm doing for our weird journal assignment thing.


• I can't...stop...eating...ZIPFIZZ POWDER. My friends call it my cocaine. Great.

Someday, I'll have something much better to say.
HAHAHA.
As if. (:

~Yours truly,
Your Local Zombie Hugger.

[PS. OMGOMGOMGOMG Adult Swim has a new game called Zombie Hooker Nightmare. It's perfect for me! -shot-]

And We Shalt Commenseth Thy Party

Alright, who are you and what are you doing in my- oh, nevermind.
Hey. I'm Ray, what's up.
Today I start the blog of which I know will end up in the deep, deep, deeeep grave of things I forget to update.
Blame Elaine. It's all her fault. Her and her damn absurdity! *shakefist*

I am simply here to let anyone and everyone who happens to stumble across my sad little blog of zombie love know about my hatred of things like MeyerSatan's Twilight books, religion (because that's just such a HILARIOUS, joyful topic for everyone), and any other general bitchings or comments I happen to have.

Not that anyone would be interested. ;D

Hug a zombie in your neighborhood, today!
Love, your local sociopath.