A unicorn? Seriously? Here I am, having a serious look through an X-Men selection and hey, wait, is that a gorram unicorn? With an X-Men? Sure, I suspend my disbelief for mutants but it ain't happening for unicorns, bub. Especially blonde chicks that transform into unicorns with their mystical hippy-crap powers. Yeesh.

I'm always in such a positive and upbeat frame of mind at 5.00am in the morning, it's good times all round... Doesn't the sarcasm just hum through that statement, eh? I can say 'eh' now, I'm officially a Canuck (well, a Kiwi-Canuck). Now I can go over and earn some decent mullah, at some point in the distant future after I have finished my degree. So no monies for me in the meantime then *sob*.

I'm thinking I should be a writer for the Reader's Digest. I'm currently trying to write a 'creative non-fiction' account of a Wikipedia article, of all the bloody things, for a third year English paper that I am taking at Post-Grad level. The things the English Department does for money... Anyhoo, the amount of crap that comes out of my brain at moments like these (you need Minties - nevermind, Kiwi in-joke) defies all belief and I usually get away with it. Did I mention good times? Probably, it's one of my catchphrases, said with an oh-so-sarcastic bent.

Right, must go home and go to bed. Have to get up at 1.30pm and spend a whole 8 hours of awesomeness at my minion receptionist job. Oh, the things I do to pay for my comics....