The world is a sick, sick place.

It's also probably a completely fucking hilarious place to anyone who's not from it.

And before you ask, yes I am bitter about my race being so bloody good at screwing everything up for itself...

Right, now that I've got that off my chest... Welcome to my bio. The name's Jaz. I sold my last name to some poor bum who needed it more than me. Call me Mickey. Sit back, relax, and please attempt to control any urges you might have to kill yourself. I don't want to be branded as the cause of anyone's death until I'm twenty. After that, well...

I've been told I have a sick sense of humor. It's up to you decide your opinion on that for yourselves. I already know most of you will probably hit that little 'don't give a damn' switch, and for that I congradulate you. No one needs to care about what I find funny. If you do, you have no life and need to go find yourself one. I hear they're particularly good in Malaysia at this time of year.

So the world is spinning faster
Are you dizzy when you're stoned?
Let the music be your master
Will you heed the master's call?

I'm a huge music buff. Music takes center stage in the thought process that leads to most of my writing, and quite often slips its way into my writing as well. So don't be suprised to see loads of song quotes scattered throughout ny stories, or lots of songfics by yours truly.

The Number One Reason Why I Hate School (This Week):
Those stupid educational movies our lovely *cough*sadistic*cough* teachers make us watch to 'both further our understanding and increase our enjoyment of education.'

The government is out to get the younger generation, I tell yah! They want to have an inability to truly enjoy what we we are constantly told are the 'best years of our life'. Phhhht... as if. 'Best years' my arse. If that was true, school would be for toddlers and old fogies.

I'm not alone cause the TV's on, yeah.
I'm not crazy cause I take the right pills everyday.
And rest, clean your conscious, clear your thoughts with speyside with your grain.
Clean your conscious, clear your thoughts with speyside.
Salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt.
Our hearts littering the topsoil.
Tune in and we can get the last call.
Our lives, our coal.