i remember my mother chiding me about making friends on the Internet not too long ago, for fear of those "friends" turning out to be fifty-something year old paedophiles looking for potential prey. i spent hot, lazy afternoons after college in front of the computer, talking to a bunch of people in a chatroom on a band fansite aptly named Chatgasm. ( Read more... )

when i originally started the laptop up i was determined to write and rant about how angry i was over what a friend of mine said about another friend of mine today. i was ready to complain about how some people are so closed-minded, they would judge another person based on his ethnic background and race. how DARE he judge my friend like that, how ( Read more... )

you know you've found a really good friend that you can tell anything to when you ask him about some weird question on msn on a whim, and he reciprocates with a question about virginity. and then a serious discussion about said topic ensues with zero awkwardness whatsoever ( Read more... )

*Chris makes a Skype call with Bisma, me and Dan in it*
*Skype call rings*
*Bisma and I pick up*
Bisma: RAAAAHHHH *makes a loud roaring noise*
Chris: Bisma. In Australia, we say hello.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

stuff that happened today in no particular order ( Read more... )