I should feel like a success. I should be elated with how things went this afternoon. -Smashing success, I think...but the success feels empty. There's something wrong with me...feeling defeat in the shadow of success is not healthy. All of these thoughts are perpetuating the whole damn mess...making me feel worse about the whole thing ( Read more... )

As I sit here listening to a football game I don't care about, I can't help but feeling empty inside. There's nothing wrong, tangible or otherwise, that I can define. --Man, do I hate Al Michaels. There's nothing worse than a New Yorker that loves to hear his own voice.-- As of late, I'm finding more and more that nothing in Grand Blanc makes ( Read more... )

I saw a billboard advertising the BigMac. It read, "I brake for special sauce.".
I got a kick out of it.

Ben might be gay.
Ben has sex with women...sometimes.
Ben thinks of me when he masturbates.
Ben might be gay.

Ben is a ho'.
Ben is too good for Grand Blanc.
Ben drinks my pee.
Ben is a ho'.

I found this in Jaymie Vale's profile. I like her. She's smart ( Read more... )

Here we go. I'll see everyone in a few weeks.

-<3-

-Jason

1. Go into your LJ's archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to it).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence along with these instructions:

Dev Nevot: And rub salt and feces in your founds!