The Spiderman theme song.

The sky is finally dead. It's been this same solid brown now for a month, which is, at least, an improvement from the constantly-changing grays and purples it’s been switching between for roughly three years now. The earth has grown cold and most of the world's plant life is withering. In this perpetual night, I find myself missing the sun, despite all the time I used to spend avoiding it before our whole world changed. This isn't at all what we were promised for our future. I often wonder if they knew it could end this way.

She's pregnant. She grows more beautiful with each passing day. As much as I've always wanted a child, I fear for the world my baby will be born into. If it's a boy, he'll be named after my brother. He liked kids, too. If it's a girl, I'll let her decide. She'll probably name the baby after her mother. Her mother was a great woman, so it'll be a hard name to live up to. Though, if she's anything at all like my girl, she'll manage.

Even in this hell, she still keeps her head. She lost more than I did. I still have a father, as far away as he is now. I still have my step-sister, who somehow seems to have even more strength now, without her brother and mother around to help her. I still have my two closest friends, who've come together more out of necessity than normal love. I still have her, keeping me as close to sane as I can be.

She doesn't have her brother anymore, having died in the fallout from the initial malfunction. She doesn't have her mother anymore, having died after a week of horrible sickness that took most of them. She doesn't have either of her sisters, both having disappeared along with the majority of the kids when the government decided to "save" us in their own convoluted, inexplicable way. She barely even has me now. I hope the baby can provide some way to help her cope. As strong as she is, she's bound to break at some point.

The latest development in the aftereffects of the blast in the past couple years are these new little animals that keep cropping up all over. There are some that look like rabbits, but with too many ears, tracing their necks and spines. Some resemble stub-faced deer with stout, muscular legs ending in claws on which they balance with a timid uneasiness.

My personal favorite are an entirely new breed of being, rather similar to many different kinds. They have the size and basic shape of most rodents, but with a head of difficult-to-explain form: it sort of resembles a hamster's, with similar teeth and nose, but with very long ears which end in what seem to be many little antennae. Their giant eyes gleam a bright, striking blue. They have very long tongues which they use to pluck whatever small fungi they can find from the ground. They have several string-like tails and tiny feet like little nubs.

I've been keeping my eye on one in particular. I sometimes gather mushrooms for him that I find while scouting for larger animals for us to eat. He follows us as we move from place to place as the food population dwindles in each new location. It's nice having a pet again. I want my child to have some understanding of what life was like before it all happened. I want my kid to love every little animal we find, the same way I did when I was little, the way I did when there were still plenty of animals to love.

They claimed that the animals were getting sick. First, they cleared out the pet stores and pounds, then the zoos, then the animal reservations, then just anything they could find living in a forest or a park. We still don't know what exactly happened to all the animals or why they were taken, but there were rumors. I heard from one man I traded with a month ago that experiments had been done on them in sickening masses to test the effects of whatever it was that was supposed to save us.

Eventually, the animals started returning to their natural habitats, but things were different. A few, near-immediately, went extinct for reasons unknown. Some were inexplicably more or less violent than normal, upsetting the usual predator-prey dynamics. Many were just altogether physically different, which is from where I imagine the new animals came. I miss the birds the most, in the mornings. It’s always so quiet these days.

With the sun blocked out, the lights are always on. These simulated days offer us a sense of familiarity and a return to some semblance of a normal life schedule. As unpredictable as the world is now, it’s nice to at least be able to count on having mornings again. If we could find birds or something even remotely farm-animal-like, we’d even be able to have a good, solid breakfast like the old days. It’d be nice to have eggs again. It’d be even nicer to have some milk or even a little orange juice. We’re always so thirsty.

It rains sometimes. I’m not entirely sure how, but it does. We have to boil the water, as it mostly has some pretty nasty stuff in it. A few months ago, I found an orange that wasn’t terribly bruised, and was able to make a little juice from it. It was like being back home, years ago. Everybody got a couple sips and we shared some stories about the different foods and drinks we’d make if we ever got to do other things like this. It was a really great day for all of us, which doesn’t happen very often.

There’ve been some really bad ones. There’ve been some fights. I’ve said some things that I really had no right saying. I regret a lot of my behavior, if I’m being completely honest here. I’ve become sort of a leader for our little group, and I haven’t really acted like it the entire time. I remember always feeling like leadership was in my blood, and I wanted to be in charge of something important because of it. If I’d known that this was how that role would be filled, I might have had some second thoughts about that dream. I wish I could have prepared myself, at least, for this kind of responsibility.

I’m the one they rely on, now. I go looking for the food. I have to talk to whoever we come across, making sure they’re safe enough to trade with. I really don’t know where they’d be without me. If anything happened to them, I really don’t know how I’d live with myself. If anything happened to me, I just don’t know how they’d live at all. It really is amazing how much an entire society, even the whole world, can change in just five years’ time.

I don't really ever eat breakfast on account of not ever being up before about 2pm. Whenever I actually eat breakfast, it usually just consists of eggs in some form, usually scrambled. I eat normal things for breakfast.

As long as it takes for them to start being uncomfortable with it.

My opinion's that while we have VERY different tastes in music, you still are very educated in what you like, and have proven yourself to be dedicated to your tastes, as well as knowledgeable. I can definitely dig the fact that you're open to at least trying new stuff, and not a dick when you don't like it. (I am not so good at that last part)

It's a game I made up where you pick a card a random and hide it in a hole you cut in someone while they're sleeping, then you swallow the rest of the cards and endure horrible pain as they make their way through your digestive tract

I like to drink liquids, as it prevents dehydration. Occasionally, when water, orange juice, milk/milkshakes, or slushies are not available, I will settle for soda. I do not prefer soda to most things.

>your

>implying I am even alive in this "morning" timezone

"Mom" is not the correct way to spell vagina, as similar as they may be.

If you didn't already have a lad, I'd date da fuqq outta you, gurl. You is supes fly.

;D

well i guess i could TRY to manage that but i mean

Shick, you are absolutely the best a man can get.

Out of high school, going into the navy! Gonna do navy things like shooting squids and kissin' bros.

I can't eat BBQ foods because of a tongue condition that I have. This isn't a joke. I am severely underprivileged, flavor-wise. It makes my heart sad.

I believe in life on this planet and the likelihood of lives on other planets. I have not, however, even seen any real life on this one, so my hopes have been steadily waning for many years.

someone photoshopped a guy with a hat into our wedding photos