"All we know is...it is silent...and deadly....."

So, I am enjoying having the computer in my own room. Masturbating has been revolutionized. LOL RANDOM.



Anyway, we thought we had lost two of our kitties when we moved. I knew Jody had to be hiding somewhere in our house, but she hid really good. My Mom and sister were in tears- we finally found her in the storage room, hiding in the frigging wall. Crisis averted. Still, the thought of losing my cat was a horrible feeling to have for a few hours.



It's really hot here. Luckily, this house has central air conditioning. I also have a fan in my room. Weird to be comfortable in my own room. Every summer in the old house; Africa in my room, North Pole in the dining room. Some pics below.

I got my cool tabard documenting my role in the Battle for the Dark Portal- It impresses the chicks.

Shirley in Blood Elf form.

Jesus was a Shaman. AND AN ORC?!?!?!? The real Da Vinci Code.
(I'm using my water walking spell, please excuse my crappy computer)

When there's no more room in Hell-the dead will walk the Earth.

Hopefully, that won't happen in my or your lifetimes. This blog will detail the past few months of stress, strife, mental anguish, family turmoil and illumination.

Back in December, a long festering family drama came to a head. My uncle, who owned half of our family house, planned to sell the house at auction in late January. My Mom insisted nothing would happen, even though we all knew what would happen. I told Special K and Patty-Jar Pinks about my Mother and I don't think I'd feel too comfortable putting this in a public forum. (LOL PEOEPLE RED THESE SHITE?!?!??!?) Anyway, this past semester was my last and I needed to complete my Senior Capstone for graduation. So, during my last semester of school, I had to deal with with this dilemma while trying to take that damn fucking class where I had to read and write lots and lots and lots of shit. (LOL FUCK PARAGRAPHS AND SPEELING) We didn't hear anything for a few months after the auction took place. We didn't know what the hell was going on. It was only when some guy showed up saying the owner's of the house needed pictures of the pool that we knew. The house was sold and we had to find a new house. This whole thing had been going on for five years and it the culmination of almost a whole lifelong saga. The whole enmeshment of this sort of mental breakdown of my family got shattered and reborn. Now, I am writing this in my new room, in my new house. We moved in on my birthday, which sort of sucked. My room though is a huge upgrade- lots of room for lots of crap. I finished school and was able to get everything packed on time. I very much did list certain boxes-"SHAUN-PORNO-FRAGILE". Now, I'm in some sort of relaxed mode- although I feel a little disoriented. This is a new beginning for me and my family. The best part if I can clear off my desk so I can write on it- (I'm currently writing a screenplay about a bunch of lesbian hookers who go on violent rampages and then have lots of sex afterwards- It's called- "Crazy Violent Naked Lesbian Redheaded Hookers" It might even be a three parter- the story is just too big to tell in one movie.

Love,
Shaun

P.S. I'm back.