Hokay, So.

I don't like you.

Really, I don't.

Apparently she thinks I do.

and thinks you know I do.

the past is a embellishing thing, no?

Well now, I need my writing skills back.

I need to read more. To write more.

To force myself back into the life I once lived.

The running joke now is that I'm easy.

Couldn't be farther from the truth.

Hence the reason it is sticking.

Don't really like it, but don't care enough

to change it.

Ever feel like your falling?

But you enjoy the feeling?

The dizzying offset of your equilibrium

The nauseous waves that follow.

Group conversations are increasingly

more popular on msn. A fad that we've joined

mayhaps?

Though the topics of conversation aren't

always the most entertaining

they seem to be interesting.

I called the one with the hair.

Otherwise known as Matt.

Only because I was listening to Butch Walker,

which reminded me of Matt.

Turns out the boy is expelled. And engaged to be married.

At 15. Time flys when you're missing a brain.

Cody needs to lay off the bolded capslock.

But the countdowns are fine.

I wonder how long it will take for Aaron to realize,

That both Cody and I are leaving the internet starting

Tomorrow and the next day.