Welcome to JAWC v2.5 : Another week of updates... It's late and I've still got to tone the comic... and text it... geez, I'm not gonna get a good nights sleep out of this one, regardless, it's something I want to do to show that I have the ability to keep good my promises... still... I find it odd that I've been keeping my updates all this time, finally made my goal of finishing chapter 6 and starting chapter 7... all is going according to my plans... New flatmate is coming into the apartment... so that's gonna be interesting, supposedly they come from chicago, which is all the more odd that they'd pick Utah County of all the insane places to come to... I mean seriously this place sucks ass... and not good ass, no no... I'm talkin' that 60 year old, saggy over-used ass that looks like it's seen the back seat of one to many cars and several gas station bathrooms... that kind of sickly ass that would make a man run in fear and black men cower... needless to say, it really really sucks here. 7 months to go before my lease is up and I can get out of here... can't believe I've survived this long... sure it's not as bad as other people have it, but this is my soapbox, and I'll bitch about whatever the hell I want... it's my turn to prattle on about my mediocre life and problems... so shut up, I'm not talking to you, I'm just talking.. you're sorta in it for the ride... so sit back or I'll turn this car around.. you hear me!?... *cough*... anyway... The first day of Christmas starts today... exactly 11 days and then the 12th is Christmas... ain't that grand?... I could try to play the whole "commercialism" aspect of christmas, but who gives a damn, ... it's just another day with a bunch of people who try to be nice once... what happened to the other 364 days?... oh wait.. that's right, you're nothing but puppets... now try being nice all year instead of one day and see how long it takes before you crack like an egg being tossed around by a two year old... yeah... that's what I thought... Sometimes I wonder if it's healthy to decide how you want to die if you decided to own up to the suicidal thoughts that plague you... I mean, I got a nice place picked out, I just need to time the train schedule right... then it's an unconcious ride to hell... at least I won't have to deal with anything anymore... but eh, that's winner talk... I have to keep being the loser I am and deal with my problems... even though I really don't want to... oh well, welcome to it. - Tiki Man