a year later, again. So what?
I want school to be over. I want to do something fun.
Fuck growing old.

Of updating once a year. March 29th, it's a special date. It's Brendon Gleeson's Birthday. And Xena, Cylon Warrior Princess' too. And Counselor Troi's.

As if life was so unimportant that we gave a shit.

Now, I leave you with these lyrics, one from Thrice, one from Me.

Oh God!
Why is this happening to me?
All I wanted was new life for my son to grow up ( Read more... )

Of...useless crap.

One more year of not posting

Another year of laughing at the world.

Another frakkin year.
Fracking year.

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I am going to tell you a story. This story concerns a young boy, a toddler, this little boys name is Drew. Drew Proctor, my brother ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday me!

Holy crap I'm 16...

Yes I'm still one this song...it rocks.

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And he's like...whoa ( Read more... )

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wow

A singular candle would burn bright against the blackened heart which consumed. Acts of animosity kept us ensnared, what we had been certain of, what was our doom. Freedom was a sound, a whisper, an utter, kept in the backs of our minds, a sure murder. When once we conversed freely, lost in idle ideas, is now only a murmur. Oppression came like a ( Read more... )