I think this accurately describes my thought processes...well, most of them. Silly, random, and quite perverted.

So now that's out of the way, it's time to form an army. An army of EPIC PROPORTIONS (clearly, that deserves capitalization).

Requirements for joining the Royal Army of the Rainbow Triforce Queens:

1) A strong belief in the zombie apocalypse. The zombies are coming, and they will come hard (LOL THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID (ew, necrophilia (yum, necrophilia) is nasty!)). We need soldiers who will be prepared in the best way that all can be prepared in the beginning: BELIEVE, YOU FILTHY NONBELIEVER.

2) A healthy and hearty taste of the random, the strange, the unique and the unusual. As queens, not only are we intelligent and beautiful and fairly more awesome than your general earth person/martian, we tend to switch moods and thoughts at the drop of a hat. A lot of random switching, but we are usually organized. If you can't keep up with our mental processes, this army is not for you.

3) Pizza.

4) A lack of tact. Tact isn't a bad thing, it's just studies show that tact usually leads holding back, and holding back is restraint, and RESTRAINT is usually BAD (especially if you're shy and unassertive) if you want to speak up for yourself.

5) FINGER-BANGING MY HEART.

...I'm pretty sure there are more requirements for this army, but I'm only 1/3 of this powerful force that will eventually take over the world and bring forth the dawn of a new era. There will be rainbows and ponies and curry and pizza and a cure for cancer/AIDS/other various other important illnesses that will be needing remedying because really, WHY THE HELL ARE WE WASTING MONEY ON THINGS LIKE iPODS WHEN STEM CELL RESEARCH NEEDS FUNDS?

**ahem**

Um, I can't be trusted to be left to my own devices with anything...except maybe really random rants about really random things.

So, anyway, things will change. The world will change. We will change it.

That is all.