IT'S OKAY TO MASTURBATE

Mojo's been missing for the past few days. It shakes my nerves to imagine my poor little Mojo alone and scared in this huge base...

On the good side of news I did met a very nice robot named Cliffjumper, he said he'd keep an eye out open for me. You're a darling, I don't care what anybody else says. ^^



If anybody finds Mojo please bring him back to our quarters (and not squished please)

I guess Sam noticed I haven't been in the best moods during the past few hours since he suggested I get this livejournal thing so I can vent.

I DON'T NEED THE INTERNET TO HELP ME VENT!

I'm still upset with you Sam, don't think you're getting off the hook that easily. Your father and I are going to have a LONG talk with you tonight. You think I'd be FINE with the fact that my little baby boy is wanted by some evil organization?! Now we're hiding in some weird place that looks like it came out of a 70s science fiction movie, and those giant robots from the newspaper and everywhere, and you've been hiding the fact that one has been living with us for MONTHS does NOT SIT WELL WITH ME!
YOU'RE GROUNDED YOUNG MAN!!


I DIDN'T GO THROUGH THIRTY-SIX HOURS OF LABOR FOR THIS!