My dog's breath smells of fish. Not even living fish either. It's dead. Plus, the other one likes his balls. This would be dirty if he had some.

In other news, cake is good. I'm a big fan of cake, really. Makes for good eating, despite the sugar, and fat, and generallized badness that's in.

My computer is dead because I killed it. Never, ever get fed up with stupid Internet Optimizer bastards and try to delete all the files with strings of consonants in. It's bad, because system files are invariably strings of consonants that don't look like they should be there. They should name them things like "YOU NEED THIS", or at least ask six times if you really, REALLY want to delete.

And now I'm going to type. I'm going to type lots, though I don't know what I'm typing because it's wrong to type people, at least, but not fingers. Or keys, really. But I'm going to just type randomness, because I'm random access memory is necessary for the running of a computer and I'm using it to run this page and type this nonesense and I played Mario Party Five, when I really wanted to play Doubledash, but it was Jon's birthday so I didn't argue. My brain pains me.

Brain pain, brain pain, drain, gain bane...ooo...it's one of those wossnames. Yay water.

I didn't think this was long enough to be an article, so I'm writing more stuff for your amusement. Or boredom. I bet people laugh at this. Wouldn't surprise me, and I don't mean laugh in the good way. I mean in the 'god is she annoying!' sort of way, because I haven't posted anything that makes sense here for a long, long time. But oh well. Maybe this is long enough to be an article instead of news. Maybe not. Oh well...Lord Ssa will delete if it offends, which I doubt because...sphincter sphincter sphincter sphincter...sphincter...

Me go sleep now. Nighty night.