welcome to my site. (not really but still,) if you're here this very moment..then chances are you've accidentaly clicked this, and are not intentionally here. well. if you like my site. then i'm glad. and if you don't. then feel free to leave. like, right now. stop reading this. go! and its too bad for you, because i'll be posting a lot i assume, and chances are, if you hate it, then you read it a lot. creepy. oh no..not the closet..ahh...nooo, don't run upstairsss..whyyyy... anywho..back to subject. whatever that was. maybe i should say something about myself? nah. i don't think i will. you can gather cruddy, un-true, information on me, if you'd like. from reading my blog entries. and chances are, this is the most uninforming thing you'll ever read. i'm not even sure what its about, and i'm the one whos writing it.. once again..this site was gonna be for korn..and i changed my mind. but its much wickeder. huh? okay, i'll answer myself, "gee whiz smelly, you're sooo rightttttt...." i'll try to keep my blogs as unlame as its possible to be. but that'll be hard to do. this will just drag on and on leading you nowhere. and if you're still reading this. that's just plain sad. don't you have anything better to do than get insulted by me? i really hope you don't get bored. then again. i don't care. poor you. don't like it, leave. chea. go outside, right now, in the middle of the night, and run down the street screaming about how you love mustand, then run to a syrup factory, roll in some aunt jemima brand syrup..then some chicken feathers, and go running ack to your house, and headbang. then roll on the floor screaming, stand up, and do the robot to the jazz song of your choice. congratulations. you actually read through this. its worse than i thought it was. well. i wrote a wee bit too much for a first entry, i think. so i'll tie this up once again by leaving you with this quote i frikken love. you'll probably see it more than once on this site, its one of my favorites..so beautiful.

"your face looks like a big toe, your teeth look like the yellow brick road."

trip on that.