Dear Die-ary, I stared, motionless, before the mirror. As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine that everything is different over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like. But, like always, my hand hits the glass. I know that if I'd only waited just one more second... Shit. I'm gonna go kill a party clown.

Johnny—call him Nny—has problems. Nobody gets his humor, Mr. Eff and Mr. Z debate over whether Nny should kill himself, callous, self-centered people stand in judgement over others, it's impossible to get a BrainFreezy after 2 AM, the blood on the wall keeps drying out, his Happy Noodle Boy comics depress him, and the girl he liked kicked him in the head and ran away. It's a good thing he has Nail Bunny and his Die-ary to keep him company, not to mention the boy next door that he's got a soft spot for and inadvertently terrifies on a regular basis.

A (frequently heavy-handed) screed against judging others by their appearances, Vasquez (best known for Invader Zim), has, in JTHM, created a morbidly hilarious look at life, consumerism, and the worst in all of us. And, of course, Happy Noodle Boy, or, as he might put it, "No! Don't leave me, intestinal gas! Please! Don't go!! I thought you loved me!!"