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Hello peoples,

Sorry I haven't been keeping up on this thing very much, there's just not a lot going on. Either that or there's lots going on and I just don't feel like sharing it all (which is probably more likely...).

I've decided to find a new home for "Clark", my corn snake. I'm just not being a very good owner to him, and he should be somewhere he'll be appreciated. Snakes are the easiest pets to keep, you can go on vacation for a month without having to worry about finding someone to take care of him. He eats one live mouse every 1 or 2 weeks, but is very friendly. You'll get the whole cage and everything. He really is quite a conversation piece. Any takers?

Anyway, May marks the one year anniversary of my "stage 4" diagnosis. I can't remember the exact date, but it was May. I was only given about a thirty percent chance of making it this far (thanks RO5185426!). May also marks the three year anniversary of my first cancer diagnosis. Isn't that strange? Not to complain, but I'm entering my third consecutive summer with chemotheraputic restrictions. I've been taking chemo for three summers in a row.

If I am going to live my life by logical principals,  I can deny no longer the fact that I'm a complete fucking stud. I mean, seriously. I've never been in a fight, but I bet I could destroy anyone who would be so bold as to cross me. There's simply no way the previous paragraph could be true unless I was a complete man. That's all there is to it.

That's all, I hope everyone is having a nice day.