Queen of Pop... or Queen of Trolls
Alright, I suppose its time for a real blog. I am quiting my job at the factory, and starting a new job at a resturant. HAHA, I win. God I hate that job. I am tempted not to go the next few days. But I will. FOr the money, I suppose.So I have decided its time to rant about celebrities.
Have you noticed their has behavior amoungst some female stars that could almost be described as... Troll-like... I mean, you knwo those happy mothers who keep adopting people... it reminds me Trolls, stealing babies in the night... Its getting kinda weird. I mean, I have doubts about how healthy it is to be a celebrities child to begin with. I mean... just look at them... Some of these people are just not right... And now their becoming Trolls... I guess I shouldn't be so hard on them, but it all seems very patronizing, and ... a little creepy... Now I don't want to mention any names, mainly because of internet searches that will lead rabid fans to my door step... but I think you know who I am talking about... Troll-Queens
What else. Oh I volunteered to be the Secratary of the Pastoral Council at my parish. without being asked. IF that doesn't get me into heaven, I don't know what will. I don't know what nightmarish thing awaits me on tuesday. All I know is that it better be over before ten... or else...
Nothing else is new... I am back working on HoME now that november is over... so I will set a tentative date of next week for another update... WWoN will keep me honest... I am also considering expanding HoME in a sense... but that might be a while till it manifests. It takes time to write this stuff, its not just insane crap like this. But heres something special for you all.
A KoM Winter
It was the night of Christmas and all through the House
Not a single thing stirred, cept for KoM
Up and down the Hall he paced
To wait for the fat man fall down the chimeny and brack a book case
But wait as long as he could, for the little cheat
the mighty king soon found himself asleep
So with hands so delicate the fat man placed in Koms sleave
his gift of twenty strains of yarn, and a fist full of beads
Merry christmas... GIVE ME BEADS

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