MENTAL DISARRAY.

Bloody brilliant week I've had. My stupid little tick has been acting nuts. So I've been all over Lima and Ohio, and even into a few other states. So that's fun, yeah? Fuck yeah. Always fun. Ohh! And so's the extreme vertigo I experience afterwards! Lucky chap.

And, oh, AND - On top of that brilliance, my granddad is sick. Insanely, it seems. He's had this cough. But my grandda's always coughing... on account of all the smoking, you know? But now he's having these insane fevers and heat flashes - MIND YOU, IT'S NOT EVEN FUCKING HOT - and he coughed up blood the other day. My grandmum's going insane. The old woman is freaking out. As if things couldn't get any worse for this family, yeah? I mean, not that my life is riddled with horribleness. Just, fuck, give it a break you insufferable bastard up there.

( Rory's Daily Laugh )

How many people can I do this to before I get my arse kicked?

( Oh Voldemort, you silly goose. )

Following this charming fellow would probably be the only reason I ever get a twitter. I'd probably inform the world that I'm taking a soothing bath, planning a murder, reading pure smut, conspiring to take over the world, or wanking every once in a while because, what else is twitter useful for other than allowing people to stalk your every thought and movement?

In other news, I ran into a book called 'The Doom Pussy' a few days ago. Not sure if it's a comedy or a thriller. By the title, I don't think the author's selected audience is women. What woman would want to know about a doomed pussy? and to be quite honest, I think men would only read it to find out if it's smut or not. That's the only reason I picked it up, briefly.

OY! After a much needed trip back home this past week - family emergency, no worries - I've been dumped back in Lima! Isn't that just bloody brilliant?! I've miss you silly shits like crazy. Lisa, darling, I insist you bring your ass to Wonderland sometime soon. Sam, I think I've got loads of catching up to do with you! And everyone else, hugs and kisses to you aaalll.

I am, by no means, an athletic dude. But I'm considering joining a team after some crazy shit that happened to me while I was back home. Maybe I was tripping out because I was high off my arse. BUT - I swear to God, I was running in superspeed or something like that. Sounds crazy, right? COURSE IT DOES! Pretty sure most of you will just assume I've lost my mind even more than normal because, well, I'm Rory.

( Music for the soooul, loves! )

I've just found an old baby picture of me and my mum. I swear I didn't know I'd brought this along. My mum's seriously the most beautiful woman I know. /cheesy

( I was so adorable )

I remember that picture was taken a couple days before we left to England. I swear my mum thought I'd be a mute or something of the sort. Looking at this makes me think how it would've been if she'd never met my dad. And it makes me wanna go look at old pictures from all of my life. I think I'll go bug my gran about seeing some old albums.

Anywho, it'd be a riot to see other peoples' baby/kid pictures. Wouldn't it?

So far in Lima, I've been to school. That's the only thing I've done. The fuck is wrong with me? Its the weekend though, any good parties happening?

QUESTION! What the bloody hell is wrong with you people and throwing slushies in peoples faces? That shit burns the eyes! Some big scary looking kid tossed one on me soon as I walked into the school. Come lunch, I tossed one right back in his face. Mr... something or another, came by to take me to the principal while a few people held back the big lug, I told him I thought that's how folks say 'hi' in these parts and I was just returning the greeting he gave me earlier in the morning..

Going out to smoke a fag, and hopefully crash some kind of house party.