I kind of hate My Space. There's a group of people on there who I really don't like reading my stuff. Particularly Prep and Gabby reading. Whatever they say I know will just end up coming back to my parents, which is exactly what I know will happen ( Read more... )

I'd say more, but I'm tired of writing in this thing. I only use it when I want to talk to a select group of people I trust. So check my myspace instead. If you don't already know it, its www.myspace.com/thesunisyournme.

So check this ( Read more... )

So I've gone through a mixed bag of emotions recently. Most of them depressing. Let's start with yesterday ( Read more... )

So I'm up already at 2:58 on a breezy Saturday afternoon. If I had my choice, I'd just barely be waking up now. I'm up slightly early, cuz I had to got return the Shuttle van keys. I accidently walked out with them the night before. Drunk ass John the night auditor called me at 7AM to tell me to bring the keys. I told him I'd take them later ( Read more... )

I'll probably cut out parts on my space so I don't freak anyone out ( Read more... )

Not even God. Otherwise crap would be fine, and everything would suck...in a really great way. I think far to many people are too afraid to question what they don't understand. Duh. We all bitch about the most innane things in life, but fail to see what's important, the fact that we have a chance to change things. What we wish we could change ( Read more... )

Without even being that much of one.
My theme music might as well be anything by Foreigner.
I've dabbled into drunken My Spacing.
I always ask myself if I'm going to regret it in the morning.
And then I remember that I wrote something, but not until I've receieved a reply.

I've been partying a lot ( Read more... )

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