Three entries in a day. Wow.
I feel low, as the title says. Sort of incomplete, and deprived.
Those Corpse Trio kids almost tore down that elevator contraption that Barrel and I set up. I threw something at them and yelled at them to cut it out.
They started telling Yo Momma jokes.
Now with normal people, that shouldn't really hurt you in any way. It's just words.
But it strikes a nerve with me. Because I don't even know who my mom is.
I don't know either of my parents.
Neither do Shock and Barrel.
We both feel a bit dejected now after that.
How many of you guys know your parents?
You guys take them for granted, right?
None of you know how lucky you are.
And no, Oogie was some twisted and sadistic sort of an abusive surrogate. He doesn't count in any way.
I'm still venting about it.
I'm hiding under my blanket, trying to get those Yo Momma jokes out of my head.
