...Legs.

Not much too reportt on my end. During this, I was skipping merrily around the other side of the park, blissfully unaware of the whole ordeal.

Speaking of; what sick bastard went and said “oh hey, you know what would be cool? A forest full of fucking legs! That’ll be fun to walk around in at night!” Why would…why would you even…What sane person comes up with something like that?  No…wait… found him. Wikipedia names him Magdalena Abakanowicz. Is he mentally deranged or something? I mean, come on. Legs? Legs?! He could of at least stuck some arms on there or had them brightly colored, but oh no. Instead, the sadistic son of a bitch decides to have a bunch of half-Mannequins standing around in a park.

But then again I could be overeacting. Fucking cities. Too much noise. I much prefer the country life, away from…everyone. There’s nothing quite like a large concentration of people to remind you how insufferably moronic the human race is, ya know?

Sorry, sorry. I get snippy when I don’t get my full four hours of sleep every night. I hate lions.

I did wake up with some claw marks on my arms four days ago, but I didn’t really have the energy to freak out about it. Or tell Eternity.

Aaannnddd that’s all I feel like talking about right now.

Valete