soooo I still love that BITCH, and still LOATH Jay. Sorry dude, don't know you, and I'm sure you're a swell guy, but jealousy clouds my usually un-predefined judgment. sorry I called you a bitch just now, even though you'll never read this, I guess I'll do something suitable for punishment. hmm I think it's time to buy a new lighter.. hehe. OOOHH I made a new myspace so I could act like an asshole on it XD myspace.com/iamtheeternal . basically: I'm not going to talk to anyone I know, and do whatever the hell I want to with it. So they cant try to make me take anti-depressants again (bastards) and I can show the collage I'm working on in my arm ;] So I'm thinking about trying to go back out into the dating world. I've had enough cute gals start at work that I can talk to, and might as well take advantage of my charm *cough* and good lucks *double cough* and try to see how things work out. Sorry Chelsea, I'm happy for you getting married, and I know I promised that one day I would take you away from your home with your parents and make you the happiest woman alive. But another knight in shining armor rode in and swooped you off your feet. So I guess it's time for this old rusted fellow to get back on his feet and creak around for someone else to try and save. But, god DAMN you I still feel like it's just wrong to think of another chick. FUCK ME AND MY MIND, aarrggh af;laskdjf;alkj damnit I hate myself. I need a fucking lighter.