Okay, first off. 

Who ever did that Manchester bombing can go screw themselves. 

Seriously. 

Right now.

Friggin' video tape it, I don't care. 

That is such a horrid thing to do and I mean seriously, the people there did not deserve it. 

Plus, Paul McCartney's coming to Chicago and I really want to go. But not so much as before. So it's like ISIS is winning, because I'm afraid to see a Liverpool legend because I'm afraid the guy next to me could have an AK-47 or have a bomb shoved up his butt. Like, how on Earth can people be so messed up.

Still, I pray for those that lost family yesterday and for those that are still missing. But my God, I'm still mad and sad and friggin' lost.

But I'll end it on a good note, because I don't want you leaving me sour. It's my job for you to be depressed. As noted by Do You Want A Christmas Drink? I really want you to cry, so I shall do this:

BWAHAHAHA!

If you don't track me, (There's no friggin thing to track), you wouldn't know that I've recently joined a small challenge to redo a story I've written in the past. Do You Want A Christmas Drink? is literally the only one that is long enough for me to consider it. So yeah, that's the working title (probably end title), and I'm gonna practically destroy it and them bring it from the ashes like a phoenix.

I'm horrible, you don't need to tell me. I already shower myself with that kind of love/hate.

Believe it's called self-loathing. Wonderful thing, no? 😂

Just tell me what you think of the cover and what you think about me going on with it again.

I'll get back to the 30 days Beatles Challenge soon.