Hey ya'all! it's me! i did not die, just had to take a break, for several months. anyways, i'm back in portland, not by choice, and i finally have email and livejournal back. also, i may soon be forced to add myspace to that list cuz of some friends that i'd like to keep in touch with who don't have lj. bastards. anyways, gtg, shower sounds really ( Read more... )

just want to say bye to everyone for a little while. i'm cancelling my internet and a couple other things so i can save money and afford to move and get my car. obviously, i won't be able to check my email and what not very often. so if it's been a while since you heard from me, don't freak out. i'm not dead. just disconnected. and yes, i will ( Read more... )

DEATH TO SMOOCHY.

(and i was having such a great couple of days. fuck. i miss darren.)

so i am totally getting a roommate, and finding an apartment closer to my job, cuz mathematically, i don't quite make enough to afford living by myself and getting a car, let alone driving one. grrrrrr!!!!!!! i am so tired of this "money stress" bullshit. and i'm really tired of having to starve on a regular basis. like tomorrow (well technically ( Read more... )

see if you can guess what songs these are, and who sings them (i know, some of them are super simple):
p.s. strike thrus mean that song has already been guessed correctly-

1. Dirty Pop...Sick and tired of hearing all these people talk about
2. This woman, takes on the world, picks up your shirts, keeps it together somehow
3. On that sunny day didn't ( Read more... )

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name ( Read more... )

You Are Lightning


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so i bought The Boondock Saints the other day. and i've watched it three days in row now. hot boys...yummmmm. irish accents...swoon ( Read more... )

attention all who i love and miss dearly ( Read more... )

A couple of rednecks are out in the woods hunting when one of them suddenly grabs his chest and falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing; his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other redneck whips out his cell phone and calls 911. He gasps to the operator, "I think Bubba is dead! What should I do ( Read more... )