I beat the shit out of some whiny anti-something-or-other protesters on the lower level today! Good for what ails ya. Nothin' better than a good old-fashioned ass kicking.

I don't go to that quack therapist anymore, but it turns out that drawing pictures is good for you! Who knew? It actually does cheer me up a whole fuck of a lot.
( Bwahahahaha! )

The stupid military psychologist person thought it would be smart to draw pictures during my appointment. I bet he (and that moron who thought making it mandatory for me to go to a shrink would be a good idea) will think differently now that they'll be finding crayons in places they didn't even know they HAD for the next few weeks.

( Gonna hang this on the fridge! )

FUCK PHYSICALS.

That's all I have to say. If you think this entry is too short, you can bite my fine ass.

Why do I even have this damn journal in the first place! I hate writing and the only thing I hate more than writing is READING! Why the hell do you want to know about my life anyway?! You stalking me or something?

I guess I should write something down. Uh. Well, everyone is talking about that Lacus Clyne concert coming up. Pansies. The only people who listen to Lacus Clyne are little girls and fags. I bet Raphael likes her. Okay, little girls, fags, and perverts. How's that?