Don't Come Crying to Me

okay so a couple of things.

first i ignore rules of grammar, spelling, capitalization and punctuation, usually, so don't waste your precious time by pointing these things out. "Why yes, I do realize that blogger has a spell check. I didn't use it because it's friggin boring."

second i do try not to get serious or babble on about deep issues, though occasionally i will.

third if you can pick out the theme to all of my post titles you will maybe get a cookie or a nonsarcastic "way to go skippy" at the very least.

lastly, thanks for coming, who are you and why are you reading this? you must be bored.



Tuesday, March 2, 2010

i love your friends they're all so arty

seriously my brain is empty. nothing old or new passes through it. my media player is revolting against me and i broke another set of headphones...

::enter pants the tortured artist:: maybe i'll buy myself a beret and start smoking cloves.

speaking of which it's been over two months nicotine free. i have been in many situations in all frames of mind and haven't slipped. i was sure one of these times when i was out and drinking with friends i would but i didn't. the line to pat me on the back starts to the left.

now that i've said that i will probably buy a carton of cigarettes tomorrow and smoke them all by friday.

saturday is the plunge and i have procured the final pieces of my plunge outfit yellow swimmies, sponge bob wrist bands and goggles. oh yeah i shall be hot. sadly it will be 50 degrees outside for my first plunge. and i was so hoping it would be actual winter weather.

my friend dead guy ale is going to help me put something ANYTHING on a word file and hopefully that will be all for this block.
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