An unfunny satirist

I have an idea for my first for-real-book

In the end, I didn’t write. 

I just… keep forgetting. 

How cruel, don’t you have a heart? 

Answer me Jia Baoyu, what does Hongyuan need? 

Can’t wait until Sunday… maybe I’ll be able to rest then. 

I’m cold. 

I’ve read 19 books in 2025. Will somebody call me a good boy ‘n’ all that stuff? Need motivation to read depressing things. 
          

Officially it’s been over a year since I’m on this site. Over a year since I wrote “Cancer and Such”, over a year since I began writing LLL and over a year of my life that passed without me noticing. It’s too late to say some thing about new year and all, but… maybe it’ll be a good new year now. After all. 

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… 
          Snowless, empty streets. 
          Busy people, in their busy lives. 
          The lesser people at the table each year, still somehow there. 
          It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. 
          Where are you, o’, where are you, the one I need? Snowless nights bring me to tears, after my busy days. 
          It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…
          Childhood memories gone, I want them all replaced with you, the one I need. If you care, if you dare, wish me back good luck, because I’ll need a plenty. 
          It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! 
          Maybe it won’t be so bad! 
          So, if you don’t mind, I’ll wish you merry christmass, but not now, in few years.