I've just gotten back from my 10 day holiday, and boy, who would have guessed that the thing I missed most was the toilet?

It's 2009, yippee and shit. I have no New Years resolutions. I don't think that far ahead.

My brother spent his Christmas money on Guitar Hero, something I've wanted for like a year. He gets home and plays it all day, knowing full well that I would love a shot. "You can have a little go tomorrow." When he'll just hog it all day tomorrow too.

Fag.

You've probably noticed that all my news is short and uninteresting. That's because interesting shit doesn't happen to me.

Scratch that, I saw Brian McFadden at the airport on my holiday. You foreign fellows probably don't know who that is, he's mostly well known in Australia. Irish, married to Delta Goodrem, ex-member of Westlife. Ring any bells? Anyway, I was trying to be sneaky by peering over my magazine, but he wasn't fooled. He just chuckled at me and I turned the darkest shade of red imaginable.

If you're still reading this far, I don't know whether to pity or applaud you. Perhaps you're just here so you can spam my page with stories about maggoty vaginas, or perhaps you're just Sensationalism. I dunno.

But aside from the racist, sexist, and generally bastardy cunts here on Newgrounds, I love you dudes/dudettes. When you're being civil, you guys are liek ttly kul.

Everybody hug your computer screen right now, let us cyber-embrace.

Mmmmmmmmmmm. You're a good snuggler.