Alrighty, intensly bored and suicidally afraid of actually getting around to doing homework I've promised to do for the past fortnight. Whats that I hear? Fuck that, you say? Well, anything for you! Got a party tonight, have to dress up as someone dead....I just don't know who! Who the shit ISN'T dead these days, and FYI its farrrr too soon for Micheal Jackson impersonators, plus trying to find someone with a white face and a huge black man dong might be tricky. Other then me, o' course. Maybe....yesssss, maybe I'll go as Jesus. After all, I heard he was quite the looker, what with the compassion and all. Plus being able to turn water to wine and salt to methamphetamine, I mean how could I NOT be the life of the party? Other than my Dad being God and having a real nasty habit of knocking up other mens wives. Wasn't that one of his own commandments NOT TO DO? Lord, but I love a hypocrite bad-boy. Gets me all hot. Jesus it is then! Thank you for this inspirational blessing, my faithful followers! Be sure not to buy any crack from Jesus, hes been known to turn tricks for easy cash-

~much love~
J. Christ