I think I might be done with posting for awhile. I don’t really like it around here recently; everyone is so mean to each other and everything turns into an argument or a show of elitism.
I’ll probably check in every so often, waiting for the point where you all grow up a little. But until then, ceya,
I got a personal trainer last week and in my first session I had to go outside to puke.
But I had my second session today and I totally kicked its ass and it was great.
How much money do you think AMC could make if they actually opened up a real Los Pollos Hermanos fast food joint?
You told me that being like I am is strange. But, to me, you’re just a person that can’t find a single thing that is precious within that huge pile of garbage. I don’t care what others say, I will climb the tower. And if you all aren’t a bunch of liars, then you better prepare what I want up there.
Twenty-fifth Night, Tower of God