So I'm told that I suck. And I've been told so many times and in so many different ways that it must be true. So why don't you come shoot me in the fucking head and get it over with. Character assasination is too subtle and slow for a fault of the magnitude that only *I* can create, so bring on the hate, fuckers. I've got more than you, and I always will.

I've started to think of "Jeaves" as an alter ego, much in the way of Mr. Hyde. The darker part of me who doesn't care what you think about him, as long as you have an opinion. It's getting harder every day, what with all of my nay-sayers, to tell the difference between the good guy who only wants to make people happy, and the one who wants to stab you all in your fucking eyeballs and listen to you scream as I fill your sinuses will urine.