Generic update

I am a whore.  I've signed up at about 20 websites the last week to pimp the website.  If I see one more capcha I'll lose my goddamn mind.

Such is the life of a person self promoting thier writing on a website.  I guess I should've done a website about teenage super skinny, angst ridden vampires if I wanted a real number of hits.  Twilight for the win.

Fuck vampires.  At least, fuck those vampires.

Here's a taste of the October 27th entry from Adrian's Diary:

Amy’s comment got a laugh out of me. “What the fuck happened to you?”   I remember just shaking my head confused at her.  I had no idea what she was talking about.  She was kind enough to point out my current blood soaked clothing and generally disheveled appearance.  I remember looking down and being vaguely shocked at my own appearance.  I was fucking covered in zombie goo.  I had streaks of blood all over my sweatshirt, my jeans, and apparently my face.  I hadn’t seen myself in a mirror all day.  You know, in retrospect, it might’ve been the fact that I looked like a blood-soaked, shotgun toting maniac that the girl at the gas station was weirded out.  Live and learn I guess.