I'm here, bitches! Was away, now I'm not. New Years was fucking awesome. It consisted of (a lot)champange, cheech and chong movies, guns, fireworks, cops, internet, vh1, and South Park. Uh..Logged off the 'net about one 'cause I was getting drunk..Watched VH1's Hundred Hard Rock countdown and realised I'm a fucking redneck. I've heard every artist on there and activly listened to them as a little kid (and now). Yay [/sarcasm]. Uh..It went off at 6 a.m. so I stumble to the kitchen and ate the rest of the chicken wings, broke momma's wedding glass, and drank all the milk. How they didn't wake up is beyond me, I cursed so loud that the dog barked..*Hugs her drunk family* Eeeeww..Uncle, you smell like barf.. Moving onward... How's life treating you? How'd you put pictures in the entry(or in the little Header info)? Do I offend? Would you talk to me if there was a crowd of other people to talk to and I kinda looked off? Am I pretty? What was the first thing you did on the new year? I watched my neighbour hit his mail box. Are you an autumn, winter, spring, or summer? EDIT I am not a redneck. Fuck it, 'cause I don't feel like erasing it and putting something else. Find me another word if you want. Power! Yay, picture! Jillian