Oh hey. It’s you. Hi what’s up. Yeah, I’m okay. What did I do this weekend? What exactly do you mean? Why are you looking at me like that? So, yeah, I know I tend to watch a lot of TV but it’s not like I have a problem or anything because people with problems I mean real problems I mean “I suck dick for coke” problems those are the people you should feel sorry for, not me, no, because I’ve got a life I’ve got a job I’ve even got a website so I don’t have a problem you assholes always trying to make me feel guilty or some shit just because I watch some TV sometimes, just because I like to watch TV, you know? You know? And just because you can replace “drugs” with “Buffy” and this page makes a lot of sense doesn’t mean this is a cry for help but THIS IS A CRY FOR HELP haha I made a joke silly me I’m not feeling quite right so sorry I have to go now, because Spike’s in love with Buffy and I cried and cried when her mom died and the finale was dramatic but didn’t make any sense because what if the key wasn’t a person, I mean how do you bleed a sofa or a rock or 18th century armoir, am I right? Well? Hello?

What was I — oh. Hey. What’s up. Yeah, the weekend was okay. Weather was beautiful. Yeah. That sounds nice. Bye now.