Christ. I am the only one that still actually uses a Deadjournal, aren't I? Here I just ramble, but there I actually write. Perhaps I have this whole "journal" concept wrong.

God damn it. It's getting ridiculous to the point of absurdity. It really pisses me off when things won't just work like they're supposed to, and I have to step on peoples toe's. Bah. Got one more day this week. Going to pull it off. Even if it fucking kills me.

If I don't stop listening to Jamiraquai, I'm going to end up wanting to go dancing. Too bloody ironic. Two weeks ago, I decided I needed some music and took my break behind Quiznos. Just turned on Real radio and danced in the street. That was ridiculous. And now I find myself listening to Jamiraquai again. Been years since I had a drive for him. ( Read more... )

This is why I have a bloody dead journal. I can't even use the fucking password I want here. Bleh...Whatever. This thing has but one purpose anyways. Bastards taking my user names...