dat's the way she wurks.

well, blogspace, it's been a while since i've visited scars of letters upon your facade. what can i say that hasn't been said. i'm busy, i don't have much time for you anymore, blogspace. that doesn't go to say that i don't miss you, but i'm sorry, we just don't have that much to talk about anymore, i have life now that requires my attention. i mean, you know greg and cara and guitar hero. plus i've got money to go out and do stuff. but you've always been a good shoulder to cry on, but right now, i just don't need you. no hard feelings. i'm sure i'll be around, but don't wait up.

ack

i don't have time anymore...it sucks.

;kjadfeinceklj;adfcoieandkcld;sa.....dikajfld.

my thoughts, exactly.
infection.

hmmmph?

ever feel like you made a wrong decision, not b/c it wasn't the right thing to do or bad timing or just whatever
but b/c you acted on an impulse b/c something you wanted so bad actually happened
yeah, i still over analyze things...and think about them a little too much.

is it really the number of the beast?

i want to do something artistic, but i have to go to bed

i can't sleep, and this is what always mother effin' happens

hopefully, when i wake up i'll still feel like writing an album for the master sword

"link, why you gotta be a faggot for?"

OMG, FUCK YES

http://www.ifilm.com/efp
go ahead...click it

ow ow ow ow ow ow

my fingers hurt from playing guitar hero too much. but i'm getting damn good and it's worth the pain.

a tribute to the best journal keeping ever

today and woke up and showered and went to a job intervu. the guy was nice, they towd me i could start munday and i went and peed in a cup and then i went to howloween express and bot thor's helm. then i gave it to robert gregory beecus he is my frend. then we went to the comic store and they didn't have my comics so i cried and cried and cried. then we ate piza. yay. then i came back home and got on the comuter and played and played and played and played and