I feel disgusted. Sick to my stomach ( Read more... )

Twenty-two years ago, today.....I was born at exactly 7:31AM at Decatur General Hospital. My parents decided to name me Christopher Michael Zills. Soon after I began to talk and became familiar with words, my father nicknamed me Crisco due to the fact that I was 'slick' like Crisco, meaning very mischievous. I couldn't quite say it because of ( Read more... )

I am starting to believe I can't commit to anything. Relationships. Promises. Plans. Goals.

It's scary as hell, or close to it.

I'm staying away for a while. The computer brings me nothing, but depression nowadays.

I need to find myself. Perhaps AIM. That's it. If that.

-Crisco-

I promise to answer truthfully.
:)

MySpace is being a cunt. Pardon my language, but the cunt needs to start working.

I haven't posted as much as i should. I'm pretty sure people have forgotten about me and I intend on that changing and turning back around. I was on top of things for a while. Maybe not on top of the world, but on top of Decatur and surrounding areas. I always felt on top when I had the attention of people. Yet, people have lost interest it ( Read more... )

I went to Point Mallard and watched the fireworks and the boring pageant with Super Steve and M. I had a great time. M is proving to be a very fun friend. Steve always has been pretty much. Afterwards M went home and Steve and I came back here and drank and shot off fireworks....stupid, yet fun combination ( Read more... )

#1. Guy feel lost and concerned for his life. He decides to move to a big city. The only friend he has there is gay. He depends on this gay friend to help him become comfortable in these new surroundings ( Read more... )

If I was some sort of superhero, this would actually be perfect for me. I'd be one smooth, kick-ass superhero. I'm gonna draw this guy. I'll post it once I finish.

(x) AnchorMan ( Read more... )