3vil Chef.

I guess a blog (I feel like such a brain-dead teen saying that word) is something you gush your feelings into. How trite. How utterly banal it seems. Why could they not keep my journal, or give me a choice between the two? Fine. As revenge, I shall write the most boring blawg ever.
I am so annoyed. Day after day I trudge on in anonymity, working, chilling out, working, chilling out. The whole thing is turning to muck. I need to break out of this cycle. But how to do it? I can't just stop working, that would result in the cessation of goodies. And, adversely, I cannot stop my chillage! T'would be nutsoid! (besides, reviewing old Vampire Diaries isn't that bad...)
I just got a paper-cut on my baby finger.
The forums have been giving me tummy pains. I cannot bear the loss of my beloved light. Oh, when will you return? Speak but a word, my love, and I shall leave, for all and sundry, but do not ask that I stay, nay! Not where all reminds me of you. (srsly, when is it coming?)