I can't figure out what's wrong with me. The littlest things make me want to cry...or scream. I get enraged very easily. Just today, I beat my cd player's ass for not playing a cd I just made. My dad said he loved me, and I cried. This big ass truck took my parking space...well, that would have annoyed me anyways, but I think I had road rage. ( Read more... )

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I almost plowed into an old woman a few minutes ago. I have no idea what I was doing. I wasn't paying attention ...I was thinking about food, and cleaning out my car, and all of a sudden...there's a car in front of me. I scream, slam on the breaks...and she started shaking her finger at me ( Read more... )

I'm a tree-huggin hippie, and if you don't like it, you can kiss my grass.

Why do I love Tuscaloosa?

...because I'm about to go to a kegger on a Sunday night. That's why!

5:00 can't come soon enough!

Does anyone want to play with me tonight? :) I'm having a party.

O come, all ye faithful.

Poor Mario. She's always in another castle.

I know how you feel.

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If your name has a "t" and an "a" in it (Katrina, Rita)...more than likely, you're going to be a heinous bitch. (Sorry, Samantha ( Read more... )

The Tide dominated. It's effing fantastic! And what could be better than a little bit of theater to finish out the night?

....I know. Nothing!