the_sighmaster

i been out drinkin' wit' loosecanon and yael so it only seems fit that i should update this mother fucker every once in a while. Things always change, and it seems everyone else has hard times to write about. When my turn comes up, i find myself feeling pretty good. i mean how much better can this evenin' be? i'm relaxin' at home, eatin' one of those lolly-pops you get at the doctor's if you're a good boy or girl, lookin' at how god-damn gordgeous Erin is and realizin' i need to change these mo'fuckin' photos. i don't even look like that anymore. (wonder if i can pull off that same pose?) despite the lack of emotional complexity, i find things change for the better. maybe if things aren't, you just think about it too much. Not to say that one should ignore one's emotions, but too much focus can distort the truth as greatly as not witnessing it for yourself. at this point of self-realization i discover that i ramble, thus i shall leave and count the days 'till next i go to someplace fun (Padri's, the Abbey, the Standard WOOT!)