Nothing

Nothing is happening and I can’t seem to figure out a way past my main problems. The only good thing about nothing happening is the concept of nothing reminding me of this kick ass song from 1992 by a band called Diatribe that is no longer around.

We have just been sitting around debating what to do and it has about made me want to smack the shit out of some vampires. I know they know where we are. Henry and I have been friends for a long time and Isabelle knows my real name. It would take a ten year old to punch in our real names into Facebook, find a picture of the front of Henry’s house, or geotag if he was that dumb, and drive there asses over here to give us a good Colombian necktie. I know that Team Isabelle isn’t tech ignorant because she is the one who got the VO’s to overlord this site.

Which reminds me. Why isn’t this shut down yet? Suzanne’s almost last words to me were to tell me to keep writing, so I’m going to keep it up, but why hasn’t Isabelle shut it down. Her fucking long game is killing me.

While I’m ready to go figure out what Suzanne meant by giving me this key, and deal with these repressed emotions for her getting her head squashed by a bitch, Lucy and Henry think we need our own long game. Too bad Lucy’s involves trying to convince me to make a vampire film, book, and whatever reference library/review page on this site.

Henry, I think is just trying to convince himself that going to work everyday is a good thing. He has me make sure he remembers everything every time he walks in the door. Shit’s getting old.

I just didn’t want the two people reading this to think I checked out, so this post is mostly just for that. Have fun out there readers, and try to remember.