The beginning

Due to the persuasion of Kmazzy and a large gun and several threats to my wellbeing and little fuzzy jumpers, I have been convinced to open a strange journal so I can update the uninterested world on what is happening in my life. This should scare you. It scares me. It even scares my little fluffy Scoozie, which, after all, is stuffed and therefore shouldn't have any ideas on being scared full stop. You see my problem.

Oooh, it has a spell check! Hoorah!

Sorry, these things excite me. I am obviously more dull than I had previously imagined, and also I have suspicions that olinima will scold me for writing here when I should be writing the second half of Revenge. Which would be true. If not for the ... er... spiders. Yes.

Can I stop now? Please?