I've decided to get a job.

Seeing how I'm usually quite busy during the day because of this crazy thing people call "class", I'm getting a night job.

I am going to be a professional pole dancer.

Or maybe I should just get some lovin'. My sexual frustration is beginning to make me do stupid shit like make out with inanimate objects. *Sigh* I have serious issues.

[Note: Yes, I do realize that this was taken a year ago. But I'm not kidding about the making out with inanimate objects part.]