Llamas Are Birds

Yes I know I haven't posted in a million years but I've been too busy doing important stuff. Like playing Red Dead Redemption. That's very important. I've been reading The Outsider by S.E. Hinton. You can tell it was written by a woman. She doesn't get the male psyche at all! Guys don't cry every other chapter and certainly don't cuddle with other boys! That's just plain messed up! I've also been reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. It's a wonderful story of a lovely country that has a little competition for fun! It all goes to show if you start a rebellion, don't lose! If I were in the Hunger Games I would just shoot everyone with my cowboy-indo skills. While I am writing this my ears are being plagued by the evilness of the British boy band known as "One Direction". It sucks. It's like my ears are being pounded by gayness. Anyways I've been wondering, if all the zombies are in the city, does that mean us people who aren't valley girls will survive? Or if a civil war breaks out in America the Mexicans will side with Che Guevara? I have no idea what I'm even talking about and frankly I don't really care. This blog has sucked it all out of me. Any originality I once possessed is gone. How do you know if a girl likes you? Is it in the way she acts? I'll never know. There are 5 great mysteries in this world. Mel Gibson, Loch Ness, what Johnny Ringo died of, the Illuminati, and girls. They're harder to read than a Hideo Kojima Metal Gear Solid book, I swear. One moment they're smiling at you and then the next they're hitting you. Oh well. You can't please everyone, so you gotta please yourself. That's why I play Red Dead Redemption. I've run out of random topics to talk about.

Soy Un Perdedo
-Dennimy Crickett