Okay so. From what I can tell, this is still bogus, and ya'll haven't changed an ounce that I can see.

Well maybe a smidgeon. Some of you.

My girlfriend makes me laugh.

Me: "You're patting my leg."
Mel: "I don't necessarily think the patting is a bad thing..."

Oh! And you really can go fuck yourselves...It might be hot, you never can tell.

What the fuck am I doing back on my live journal after like a year and a half of silence?

I guess um...fuck ya'll for every time you made me feel like shit. And thanks for every time you made me feel good.

Yea. That covers that.

Oh, and by the way, I've got a girlfriend now.

"the one you love, and the one who loves you, are never ever the same person."

ya heard?

HEY!

I'm moving. Not next year, not at the end of the summer, but before the end of the month.

SO!

If you wanna see me ever again (yea.....i basically mean ever...), then call me!

I promise that I want to see you, my darlings...so call me, and we'll hang out.

Celly bling: 850-449-8100
Hizzie: 850-916-0800

And then she wept, what did you expect?

I love you Terri, and I miss you.

"For your sake I hope heaven and hell are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."

I want to dance the sun coming up and the world spinning around.

Listen! Just...listen.

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Whaddya know.....everything really does turn grey.

That which is to give off light, must first endure the burning.

I miss Emily.

Something is not right. Something is quite wrong.

Don't make me wake you up. Don't watch me walk away anymore.

Don't make me cry again.

Don't come around much anymore.