Oh, I beat Axl Rose just loooooooooves Velvet Revolver...that guy's a fucking cock sucker.
You know, when I first joined Hotmail back in 96, you got something like one or two megabytes of storage space. Now you get 250mg. I remember being a child playing on computers that didn't have that much storage space.
I don't feel so hot. I'm real short of breath. Could be the insane amount of cigarettes I've been smoking lately catching up with me. Plus, I had a hell of a time sleeping last night. I would sleep for like thirty minutes to an hour, and would sleep so hard nothing could wake me up, then I'd be fully awake for ten minutes, wander around my apartment, and just knock off again like that. Very annoying.
Oh, and the Saga of the Ex continues. Apparently her mother and sister never were giving her the messages when I called and she wasn't home - and she's swearing up and down that if I had been calling, they would have told her. I can tell she's trying to work herself into the mindset where she can hate me. For that matter, I'm trying to do the same thing with her. I'm kind of already there - most of our correspondences are going to be strictly out of respect for what we had. Deep down I still care for her, but that's quickly becoming a moot point.
You know, when I first joined Hotmail back in 96, you got something like one or two megabytes of storage space. Now you get 250mg. I remember being a child playing on computers that didn't have that much storage space.
I don't feel so hot. I'm real short of breath. Could be the insane amount of cigarettes I've been smoking lately catching up with me. Plus, I had a hell of a time sleeping last night. I would sleep for like thirty minutes to an hour, and would sleep so hard nothing could wake me up, then I'd be fully awake for ten minutes, wander around my apartment, and just knock off again like that. Very annoying.
Oh, and the Saga of the Ex continues. Apparently her mother and sister never were giving her the messages when I called and she wasn't home - and she's swearing up and down that if I had been calling, they would have told her. I can tell she's trying to work herself into the mindset where she can hate me. For that matter, I'm trying to do the same thing with her. I'm kind of already there - most of our correspondences are going to be strictly out of respect for what we had. Deep down I still care for her, but that's quickly becoming a moot point.