Peace
I'm pretty sure I'm sick of Live Journal.... let me check...
Yup. I am.
I don't have anything interesting to write about. Like how I hate my parents? No. Or how I am soooo depressed because nobody likes me? No. Maybe how I went to Katie's? Then Tina's? Then we went to the gas station? And bought not one, but TWO sodas! Plus a pack of gum. And then we went to Fred's house? Right.
Soooo, I'll keep my account... because I still like to comment to people and whatnot. YOU KNOW.
I have a MySpace, of course. Find me.
It's been fun. Sort of.
Yup. I am.
I don't have anything interesting to write about. Like how I hate my parents? No. Or how I am soooo depressed because nobody likes me? No. Maybe how I went to Katie's? Then Tina's? Then we went to the gas station? And bought not one, but TWO sodas! Plus a pack of gum. And then we went to Fred's house? Right.
Soooo, I'll keep my account... because I still like to comment to people and whatnot. YOU KNOW.
I have a MySpace, of course. Find me.
It's been fun. Sort of.