Drunk Kitsune (9:31:30 PM): *hugs* Sarah, you were the first friend I had at Chamberlain, and you've always been so awesome to me. You're a great person, and I know you can find a great guy to match ( Read more... )

So that's it.

We're done.

There is no more Mat and Sarah.

I'm glad Terri Schiavo is dead. She just had an existance, not a life. She should've died long ago. Michael Schiavo did the right thing ( Read more... )

Some black chick was walking down the hallway with her friends during lunch. She digs into the trash and comes out with an opened bag of Fritos that's probably mostly empty. She goes "HEY NOW! Who trew dis away! We could feed da birds wit dis! We're feedin da birds!" And she walks off to the end of the hall...

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( Convo between Santa and I )

I wish Alton Brown cooked for my Thanksgiving.

Making my Journal friends only yeah...

Well, for the most part...

I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away, fucking ask ANYTHING, make it interesting. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.

wheee Mat cookeded. Yum yum.