I'm not the type for poetry, I'm really not, and this will probably never happen again, but I present to you a poem that I'm about to write and only decided to write about 3 minutes ago.


Life Sucks

Life Sucks, when you don't see your Girlfriend for two weeks, rather than two days
Life Sucks, when you fight with your mom, and dad! for 3 hours a day.
Life Sucks, when you get 3 hours of sleep, in your car, and for some strange reason the car is way too...

Wow, someone actually commented. That, in all honesty, makes me feel giddy inside like no 21 year old male should feel giddy. Well, except for things related to sex with really hot women(or men for those who are bi/gay). But yeah, it makes me happy.

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So, I've noticed that the stories section gets about 1 post per 100 views or so, at best. Is it just me, or is that really low? I mean, in a format where stories were indexed and you have an option to leave a comment, then...

Wow. I signed up without even knowing this site had blogs. What does one talk about on a blog anyway? I'm not really sure, but I might as well give it a shot. I hereby proclaim that this blog will be about whatever I choose to make it about, and I'll update it whenever I feel like updating it, so, yeah... Hmmm. I think I ran out of things to say. Or, maybe I'm doing it wrong, or maybe I'm doing it right but I suck at it?

Oh! I know. I'll ramble on about my job. I hate. I mean, I REALLY...