I appreciate all the messages and comments, I really do... However, I only have so much time between plotting to murder Lois and dancing my little heart out at my favorite clubs in Providence. Ta!
Well, let me see... first off i'm really only one year old, this blasted mechanism wouldn't let me put my real age. I'm really no good at talking about myself. I get all flustered so easily in front of crowds. Gosh, where should I begin... Whelp, I escaped from Lois' cursed ovarian Bastille about a year ago and I'm still trying to end her wretched tyrannical reign over my life. It has been extremely difficult thus far due to the unfortunate fact that no matter how much I want to see her buried in a concrete sidewalk, I am dependent on her for sustenance. Blast! But soon my plan to rule the entire world will come to fruition and all will bow to me in a deathly silence.
I'm also quite the dancer and actor. Olivia might tell you differently, but mind her not, she's the underbelly of a malignant tumor anyhow.
Ooh, ooh... and my new email address is [email protected] so please add me as your friend... so I can dangle a knife over your head and revel in your agony.
