I've recently been ambushed by some crack-ho with multiple personality disorder. She's eating all the food in the kitchen, and she smells like onions and motor oil. She said that if I don't help her, she's gonna become a terrorist and blow the Met to bits.

She's been occupying my every free minute. I guess the days of pop-blogging for Opacodex.com are over. I can't get her to stop singing "Free Your Mind."



Edit: enter Trrill.com.