Went to the insane asylum because I attacked Dom with my toaster. Just kidding. But I really did attack Dom with my toaster. He was making some toast and the toaster was smoking and he was freaking out. What a pansy. Then we went outside for some tea and stuff. So yesterday was my birthday. I got some stuff from fans, too! -Whitney Houston Goes Wild DVD -Barbra Streisand is Crazy CD -Cucumber -A mask (I don't need one, because I already have a mask which I'm wearing right now. Yes, it is my face.) -A little girl's bicycle I appreciate the gifts! They are fantastic. Question: why in heaven's name are you doing a chuckie movie?!?! Answer: Well, Brad kind of uhhh, blackmailed me into doing it. They said they were looking for Scottish people to play it, and Brad Dourif thought of me. Of course, because of my scottishness. I said I didn't want to conform to his life. He said I have to do it or he will tell my deepest darkest secret. Oh no, I hope he doesn't. He can't possibly know that I live in the basement of my sisters house and have a secret stash of weapons of mass destruction...oh wait, that's Saddam Hussein. Silly me! -Billy ----- http://www.boydism.net/multimedia/images3/comiccon0424.jpg Blogdrive is stupid and won't let me post pictures, so you have to click on the link. I have to hide behind this poster because I'm afraid people will see what Dom drew on me while I was sleeping. Lots of stuff, too. With Sharpie. Isn't that grand? I think it is. I don't know how I became the squishy. What is the squishy, anyway? Am I? Am I really??? HOW COME I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THIS???