Sooooo. Updating. How exciting? Meh?
Almost as exciting as my blown knees. Wow, yeah, running on torn-up country roads? Not so much a great idea. I'm currently hobbling around like an old, old man with bowlegs and backwards-bending knees. I just want a drink and to curl up with my niftykeen gentleman friend whilst my back is rubbed and...yeah. I've got to get the fuck out of the mountains. Cold beds with screamingly sore knees just isn't fucking cutting it anymore.
But, um...yeah. Not much else going on except for finals, which blow, duh.

Uh...here! Look! MC Chris Lyrics! Get with dat shit.

Cruisin' Mos Espa
In my Delorean
War's over
I'm a peacetime mandalorian
My story has stumped
Star Wars historians
Deep in debate,
Buffet plate at Bennigan's
Rhyme renegade
Sure to penetrate
First and second offense
I won't hesitate
Got a job to do
And Darth's the guy that delegates
Got something against Skywalker
Someone he really hates
I don't give a fuck
I'm after Solo
For all I care
He could be hidin' at Yoda's dojo
Gotta make the money
Credit's no good
When the jawas run the shop
In your neighborhood
Think you can cook
I got a grappling hook
Let's make this quick
'Cause I'm really booked
I'm a devious degenerate
Defender of the devil
Shut down all the trash compactors
On the detention level

chorus
My backpack's got jets
Well I'm Boba the Fett
Well I bounty hunt for Jaba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

Well I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
Well I deliver the prize
But I still narrow my eyes
'Cause my time
I don't like to waste.

Get down