I guess this blog is official now. Isabelle brought me a laptop. She said I needed it since, “You are regulated by necessity to the commode at the current moment.” Everything was all set up and booked marked in the browser. If she set this up I completely underestimated the skeksis. I doubt it. Her clothing is way out of fashion. Sometimes when she is standing there looking at me, her bird like head half tilted, her body not moving, skin tight on her bones, pale, waxy, I think she is the corpse of a 1960s house wife. I say “sometimes” because on some nights she is flush and hot, her polyester knee length skirt tight against hips. Hips built to be the dream makers of late night films everywhere. Fucking vampires.

I guess you’ll have to get used to me saying fucking vampires also. Yeah, and writing like a someone who failed English class four times. Cause that’s what you got here. Maybe I’ll hire an editor if my boss allows me. Ha!

They even bought the domain name. Weird ass creatures. They have to be fucking with me. This is what I have been wanting to do for years and they finally let me do it. I’m fine with their shitty rules about their privacy but a domain like that? What is this a CW show? Some shitty movie from the 90s? Whatever at least they told me they’d not censor me as long as I stuck to ‘the rules’. Fuckers.

Anyways the refrigerator in this dump is on the fritz and I just convinced myself the ‘vamp be gone’ was cold enough to drink. I better get my ass to the bathroom.