endedben

Who the hell do you think I am, Mr. Belvedere?


I got angst for days, maybe I'm not as old as I feel. School is great and there's not a bunch to complain about. I'm surrounded by gorgeous girls in every class I have and every class I have is totally great. But great blogs are built on a foundation of whining so here goes:

My cars basically dead. "Basically" meaning it has a driving radius of roughly 2 miles before it goes supernova. So I can't work and I have no money. Nothing fills the poverty filled days like drawing mr. belvedere holding a knife.




Bangbang reptile.


To all the know it alls:
I'm looking to dunk a basketball by 2007 and generally have improved jumping skill points. Does anyone know anything about increasing your vertical jump and explosive leg power?