It’s late. John McCallister sits alone at his computer, staring at the screen. He is empty. He searches the internet for hours looking and searching for an interesting subject to Google. But his mind hardly processes the information his eyes are receiving ( Read more... )

This is why i dont do that sort of thing Ross. Who are you to think that i would someday fall back into your arms like a big heaving bundle of love and emit that love into you through me? well ill tell you something mister, dont ever call me again! dont even think of me because when i thnk about you thinking about me naked it makes me think that im ( Read more... )

Considering I am the only person who will ever read this, I could write about my deepest, darkest secrets, get all the crap out of my system. But, seeing as no one would be here to read it, there really is no point ( Read more... )

My housemate decided to buy a drum set. Foolishly, i decided to spot him $250 to further fund his purchase. Oh dear, what a foolish fool am I. Not only does Mike not posess any skill involving hitting the drums, he also lacks the rythymic skill needed to keep the beat. He got the drums really cheap, he reckons. So cheap, I said, that they decided ( Read more... )