::Yawn::
Well today has been boring beyond tears. I got the cell phone shit straightend out, and I can't change plans, because I only have 11 days left on this contract, and I will be in GA when I can actually get a BETTER plan. So while I'm in GA, I can only talk 11 minutes, each day, night and weekends. Wow. Do you know how much that sucks? I'll survive, I'll figure out ways. I'm special like that. I get to go out tonight. Hurrah! Maybe today won't suck so bad, but if that guy is there, I will kill myself. :) Just a pleasent thought to put in your mind. Anyone who says they can kill themselves by cutting there wrists is wrong. It would be hard as hell to bleed to death from a wrist cut. Pills is the way to go for me. Pills with alchol. But I'm in a good mood, so why talk about death? Or anything tragic for that matter. All I need now to make me excellent is a cigarette. Well, I'm going to go. Later kids.