i *heart* the people who have enough balls to criticize me and leave no name/url/email in the guestbook. really asshole, bra-vo. i hope you feel good about yourself because i feel even better. i'm perfect, and you're not. i'm sorry you can't deal with that. now go fuck yourself before i shove a pitchfork in your ass. : )

in other, more pleasing news today, school's done for the day and it's nice outside. time for play.

(p.s. - we all know that i'm not perfect, nor anything close to it. but i don't feel the need to defend me.)