  Woah... I haven't wrote in this in about a year. Heh, I bet nobody even bothers reading this anymore. Oh well... That's what I get for being lazy. Life's alright, I reckon. Nothin really exciting has happened since I last wrote. No offense to my people... I consider "exciting" like... A fucking monkey flying out my butthole. Or... Anthony's penis flying out my butthole. Haha, sorry nagger, golden opportunity. But anyway, I've come to the conclusion that if I wrote only when something exciting happened... I really wouldn't be writing much, 'cause monkey's flying out my ass is a rare occasion. Anywho... What's been going on, you ask? No, you didn't ask, you're a fucking computer program, but I'll tell you anyway - Um.... I've just pretty much been hanging out with my peoples.
Kayla, Kat, Anthony, Bobby, Jeff, and once in a blue moon, Adam. Chris and Kyle stop by every now and then, as well. OOW! Something exciting (not to you, though, I'm sure): I got a bridge for my guitar, finally. NO MORE CHOP STICK! WAHOO! Well, actually I used a hanger, after sanding down several chop sticks and figuring out it just wasn't going to work. I think I'm gonna be seperated from my girls for a week though... Which isn't exciting at all... I'm not too clear on that whole thing, guess I should probably ask about it. Ah, perhaps it's a good thing.
I'm sure they're burnt out on me anyway. I'm not an exciting person at all. [Turn and pay attention, I lay on the table all my thoughts, Here's my story concerning love, And the feelings that I've fought, I've tried forgetting everything, My past of the yesteryears, But I'm constantly reminded of times, When your words brought sudden tears. I'll keep everything inside of me, Let it fall on my own deaf ears, I don't wanna fucking hear myself...
It's the fault of the past 2 years. And it's not I can't make up my mind, I did, and got the cigar, Then you disappeared in haste, Again, you're so close but too damn far...] {Me} Oh... Beautiful... But anywho, I'm outta here. See ya later, mother fuckers. [The Twat Hemselph] 
