because im tired of being a liar

That's not the reason. I feel threatened. Not threatened, concerned. This concern stems from a few different roots here and there, crawling their way through the soil, until they reach that concrete retaining wall which, while underground, doesn't really exist. I haven't updated in a long time, and my deservedly enormous constituency is up in arms.
I've been busy, folks. I've got my own shit to which I must tend. Between moving to a new city, registering for classes at the Flintstone Academy, and falling ill with some manner of 23rd century turboplague, it seems I haven't allotted due time to this little endeavour. Perhaps if I had a camera and a lot of time to get excited about basement nights I could have done more picture posts like Jan, but in all honesty, that shit is just bush, man.
For real, dog. Cheap. I don't care about your new shoes, dude; they look like your old shoes. And don't, before you do. Don't say "Nah dude pull your toungue out of your ass doggie these shades of grey and blue are different than the other shades of grey and blue I had on those other shoes you aren't observant sometimes man that is why you do not get into colleges."
But it's okay cause Jan's firm grasp on html does give his shit some class, and it helps to downplay his hackery a little bit. Besides he's gotta keep the content "lite" and family friendly as he has many loyal readers in the U-12 cat. So folks, visit Jan's blog today, it's probably updated! Visit it frequently, vigilantly. He's a good guy just tryin' to make a buck, so when he shakes his cup at you, tip your hat and let the man dance.

I'll be back when I have a legal internet connection, and when that happens you'll have a legal entry from me, but till then, I'm going to follow my colleague's lead and publish a photo that otherwise needs not be published on the internet.



Chocolate love, all.