So, after more than two weeks and the abandonment of all hope, I receive a phone message from Michelle at FlyingLab Software ( Read more... )

I scored a 66% on the "How Stockton are you?" Quizie! What about you?

Imma gonna see my hunny today
(hunny today!)
Imma gonna see my hunny today
(hunny today!)
I think I just may
(just MAY!)
And what's she gonna say?
(what!?)

"Imma seein' my hunny today!"
(hunny today!)
"Imma seein' my hunny today!"
(hunny today!)
"Imma seein' my hunny today,
and he's hotter than a sunray!"

Dear god in HEAVEN, what is the fascination with these blogs? When I was a kid, my sister would have FREAKED if anyone read her "journal". What motivates these thousands of people to post their "inner-feelings" and "random ramblings" on the internet? You're given a voice, so you must use it, and clutter up the already cluttered information ( Read more... )

I am. An inconsiderate ass.

If you haven't figured this out yet, I'm sure you have now.

These things aren't hard. Yet why can't I get it right? Everybody tells me I'm smart. I don't know about that, but I certainly don't think I'm dumb. So why do I make these stupid mistakes ( Read more... )

Well, I did think of it, but never really enough to go about trying it ( Read more... )

Finished having my teeth cleaned by a girl that went to my high school (graduated the same year I started, so not like I knew her or anything, but still kinda weird), I walk out, only to run into Jon Mendelson ( Read more... )

I love you.

Yargh!