Father McKenzie...wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave....no one was saved.
I am back. It's been nearly a year. My family finally crawled out from under the metaphorical rock and got the Internet. Sorry to those who read my entries regularly *snicker*, but since I was on hiatus I experienced the worst college semester of my life, resulting in myself taking a semester off and finding my calling as an accountant. Exciting, no? I wish to express my deepest apology to my friend who got me started on this site, I totally lost contact with you and I am sorry, I felt like the biggest ass for not communicating with you at all. I plan to do this every night and catch up with you.
Since, I left I have developed a interest in the music of a band called The Darkness, read the entire Dark Tower series by Stephen King, been through 2 cars, celebrated my 21st birthday, and discovered the meaning of Christmas.
My love life is still non-existant, so all you ladies out there can begin lining up outside my door, the wait is over ;)
My subject line concerns a Beatles song with a lyric that I always take out of context and it brings a completely different thought to my mind every time I listen to it (that of an undead preacher rising from the dead and killing alot of people, disturbing I know).
I am now going to take the rest of the night to talk to my dear friend. Good night everyone.
"Speak to me, Chicago. Oh, paint chip peeling over bare schizophrenic light bulb." - The Question
Since, I left I have developed a interest in the music of a band called The Darkness, read the entire Dark Tower series by Stephen King, been through 2 cars, celebrated my 21st birthday, and discovered the meaning of Christmas.
My love life is still non-existant, so all you ladies out there can begin lining up outside my door, the wait is over ;)
My subject line concerns a Beatles song with a lyric that I always take out of context and it brings a completely different thought to my mind every time I listen to it (that of an undead preacher rising from the dead and killing alot of people, disturbing I know).
I am now going to take the rest of the night to talk to my dear friend. Good night everyone.
"Speak to me, Chicago. Oh, paint chip peeling over bare schizophrenic light bulb." - The Question