Life is like a box of chocolates --- Most of it is crap

OMG, I wound up with a blog. Take that you Gametalkers. OMFG, it works. The world shall be mine.

So I set up this blog... you already knew that. You're reading this. If you weren't, you wouldn't be reading this. But you are. So you already knew that.

In this blog I will post whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want, for whatever reason in hell about hell, concerning hell, or ridiculing hell, that I want. I hate hell; it should go rot in hell.

For those who want to know, and if you don't then get the hell out (didn't see that coming), I can be located at...

Fictionpress.net (as Great Thumbs of Wisdom)

Fanfiction.net (as Great Thumbs of Wisdom)

Gametalk.com (as Major Freddy; I was feeling original that day)

And the Creative Forums. You don't get to know where the Creative Forums are because I'm a dick and I currently don't feel like sharing the location of my safe haven. If you really want to know, good luck. I suggest using the Stress Reduction Kit. Google Image it. Now.

I am an artist, an author, a plagiarist, a farmer, a freshman, an athelete, a genius, a messiah, the savior of the universe, and my life currently sucks to a small degree.

Joy. I'm privileged, I have internet, an Xbox 360, several games, and I'm neither fat nor stupid. If you want me to start complaining about how my life is shit you stumbled onto the wrong blog. My life is shitfuckingtastic, but it is not shit. If it were shit, I would flush it, and come back an hour later. With a book.

Read this piece of plagiarism:

Pikmin, Tales of the Extreme, located at Fanfiction.net under my name.

This piece of plagiarism is even worse, I suggest reading it: A Life of War, same as above.

The Gnome can be found at Fictionpress.net under my name. It is very original. So far, two people love it. Twenty-two just don't give a damn. The rest are full of crap and only read shit about vampires being at war with werewolves and they all fall in love, which I will never understand because love is the same as a box of chocolates:

Most of it is crap.

Now go read my plagiarism.