write that down...

my baby girl...

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 02:34:11 GMT

These are the pictures that I have of me and my baby girl, Ayanna. My boyfriend, Isaac, is the guy in the picture with us. She was born March 22 and weighed 8 pounds even. She's grown soooo much in the past month it's crazy! I love her so much! She's amazing!

Moving Day

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 21:31:52 GMT

I'm moving in two days...Can we say super exciting? I can't wait to get out of this house! Not that it's a living hell, but it's time. Way past, if we're going to be honest. So now I'll be living on 38th and Penn...yea! Can't hardly wait to be gone...it's going to be a thing of beauty...

mmm...

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 00:35:36 GMT

I can't contain it anymore: I finally got myself a wonderful, adoring, hunky man who makes me blissfully happy. Take that existence!

dum da dum dum...

Tue, 21 Feb 2006 00:08:36 GMT

So you know how sometimes you get down and talking to someone helps? Well right about now that would be fabulous, but apparently there's not enough time for me to actually talk to anyone about what's going on in my life. Which is fine. I just really wish I had a friend to talk to right now..."Just because some people don't cry, doesn't mean they're not suffering."

i'm a bad person...

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 10:02:13 GMT

So I've been thinking lately, about a multitude of things, and here are some of the conclusions that I've reached:
1.) I'm going to be single for the rest of my life more than likely, since the only guys who are interested in dating me are attached.
2.) I need to get out more.
3.) I'm becoming a responsible adult.
4.) Some of my friends suck. A lot.
5.) I really need a vacation away from everybody and everything.
6.) I believe I'm going to be a recluse for a while.

So there you have it folks. Don't be surprised if I fall off the face of the Earth for a while. Not that anybody who may read this will actually care, but it's up here all the same. "I may live by the sword, but you can die by my gun."

i'm so boring...

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 15:54:00 GMT

So I've found myself in a rut lately. Same old, same old, nothing much ever changes around here. Now, I like to think that this is because I just work so much and I'm focused and I have a goal, but really I'm pretty sure I'm just a boring person. I'm going to start knitting, accumulate 100 cats, and start telling everyone that I'm 75 years old but when I was in my early 20's I discovered the fountain of youth. I think that's pretty believable.
Anyway, nothing momentous has really occurred anytime in oh, the past year or so. I got a new car about a month ago. It's beautiful. I love it so much, mainly because it's all mine. Let's see...I got a promotion at work, so that was cool. More money, more hours. Also, more responsibility. Scary. I might be going back to school in the next six months or so. Cross your fingers on that. It's all pretty dependent, okay, completely dependent on whether or not I have the money for it at that point in time. However, barring any horrific tragedies that may befall me, I should be able to do it. Here's hoping!
Alright, I'm done. Peace out bitches!

i hate everything...merry fucking christmas...

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 16:36:51 GMT

I am becoming one of those bitter, cynical people that I used to hate. Wait, maybe I should rephrase that. I have been bitter and cynical for a while, but now it's starting to make me a very angry, impatient person. Work sucks, people suck, and this weather sucks. I'll be 22 in 9 days and guess what I'll be doing on my birthday...working. Not like it's that big of a deal anyway because I probably wouldn't have ended up doing anything anyway, but it's the principle of the matter. I have to work on my birthday. Ugh. I've been working about 55 to 60 hours a week the past few weeks. This has made me extremely irritable and volatile. Just so you know. I don't have time to do anything anymore. I haven't even started my Christmas shopping yet. I still have to go out and seriously look for a car, but I don't even have time to do that. "Bah Humbug!"

little injustices...

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 12:25:29 GMT

So sometimes I wish I could somehow apologize for the idiocy of my gender. Not because I in someway believe it's my fault females can be morons or because I in some way feel responsible for them and their actions...I just wish I could make everyone see that it isn't just a gender issue as far as stupid females are concerned. For example, there are a plethora of stupid males out there. I could list quite a few instances of this, but I choose not to. Why? Because it would be pointless and asinine. And also because whatever I would list, people would just chalk that up to guys being guys. Not fair. I said it. I want to know why it is acceptable for males to act the way they do (i.e. ignorant, bastardly, immature, etc.) and it is allowed without hardly a second thought, but when females do the same thing, they are labeled as bitches and are pretty much scorned. I don't care that "society" has decided this is so; it is more a matter of each individual forming their own opinions and deciding what is so for themselves. I think no matter what people say, when they have formed and hold to a stereotype, they are in some way influenced by the masses. Otherwise, in my own opinion, they would take each person as they came without prejudice or a generally pessimistic attitude. A lot of the time, I think we just get back what we put out into the universe, consciously or not. I know life isn't fair, and you have to deal with the restrictions that your culture places upon you, but I say fuck that. Be original. Decide for yourself what you view as acceptable or not and live by your own standards. Because, let me tell you, there is a lot of hypocrisy out there. I am not saying that I am excluded from this, however at least I can recognize the fact that I don't always act like I should or that I am the best person out there. I'm just saying I can at least recognize the fact that I mess up too, and therefore I allow room for others to make mistakes, to be flawed. It serves me no good to immediately assume that anyone I ever meet who shares a major characteristic with one or several people who have messed up (in relation to myself) will in turn be exactly like their predecessors. I eliminate a lot of possibilities in doing this. I rather prefer to think that we should all live on a case by case basis, forming individual impressions and ideas, rather than grouping and categorizing lump sums of people. That's just me though. "Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them."

i'm going into hibernation...

Fri, 07 Oct 2005 21:04:41 GMT

So you know what's great? When a drunk driver totals your car and they don't have any car insurance...It's awesome.

take that Joe...

Sun, 25 Sep 2005 16:06:13 GMT

So Joe and I were sitting at Steak and Shake (surprise, surprise) discussing God only knows what when for whatever reason he wanted to know what I would do if I were to intentionally kill his family. So I just attempted to write out what I was going to do and post it up here, but I got a little carried away with what I was going to do and couldn't bear to do it. That is, post it. So Joe, at a later date, I will relay all of the information to you. However, putting it in a forum where anyone can stumble upon it makes me extremely uncomfortable, so I will not be doing that. Sometimes, my imagination frightens me. "Use your imagination not to scare yourself to death but to inspire yourself to life."

hooray for drunk drivers...

Sat, 10 Sep 2005 23:49:27 GMT

Except not really. So last night, at approximately 5:20 in the morning, my car was completely totalled by a drunk fucking driver. And thank the Lord he was alright. I was sitting on my back porch waiting for Chris to get to my house when all of a sudden I heard a noise that immediately brought to my mind one simple phrase: "There goes my car." The next thought was "Holy shit, I hope that wasn't Chris." So I get up and run out to the front of the house where I promptly see a Jeep Landrover type thing ablaze. So I sprint out there, imagining I'm going to see a dead body slumped over the wheel. Thank the Lord that wasn't so. He had wandered off. So the police and fire trucks came, they put out his car and hauled his ass off to jail. So now, I have to deal with the aftermath. I have to get in touch with my insurance company and the police department and find a new car and set up new insurance and all that bullshit. And deal with not having a vehicle for a while. Awesome, except that by awesome I mean this is just another example of my god awful luck.

story time...

Tue, 06 Sep 2005 08:01:24 GMT

Sometimes people ask me to tell stories, so here's one for the record books, kids:
Once there was a girl named Claire. She was an average sort of girl, with an average sort of life. She had friends and family who were in turn wonderful and not so wonderful. She had a job which usually managed to pay the bills. Her social life, while somewhat small, was somewhat fulfilling. And she thought a lot, about a lot of different things, but she kept most of these thoughts to herself. For the most part, she was a private creature. However, she had not always been so. Her privacy was taught, if one can learn such a thing. You see, in the past she had shared her thoughts and ideas and beliefs and yes, even her feelings with others, only to have them ridiculed and belittled. And so, slowly, she began to share less and less of herself with others until eventually it seemed as if she shared next to nothing at all. It's not as if she were a mute; she just didn't really share anything of any significance. Now after a while of this it apparently began to seem as though she were an imbecile. People began to treat her as if she were stupid and had nothing of any substance to contribute to intelligent conversation. When she did open her mouth to say something, people automatically dismissed whatever it was that came out because what could she possibly know about anything? And this began to frustrate and annoy Claire. Her patience for people rapidly began to deteriorate and she became a rather cynical person. Not that she let this on. Oh no, in fact, quite the opposite occurred. She appeared to be an optimistic and enthusiastic person. She laughed and smiled and allowed insults to roll off of her back like water. Because she found that it was just too taxing to attempt to alter someone's attitude towards her. It was like trying to stop the sun from shining. Not only this, but she found that people became uncomfortable and even hostile when their assumptions about her were challenged and even proven wrong. She lost quite a few friends in this way. And while she didn't mind discarding those who were so easily lost, it still hurt nonetheless. Because who wants to be rejected by their friends for the person that they are? It is an unfortunate and nasty business to discover that people simply cannot accept the fact that you are not who they want you to be. That you cannot be easily labeled and compartmentalized. That people's snap judgments about you are inaccurate. And so, Claire came to the realization that it was time for her to make changes. And this would be hard, yes, but more than likely for the best. So she began to bide her time until the right moment came for her to enact her plans..."Life is just a mirror, and what you see out there, you must first see inside of you."

oh, what the hell...

Sat, 13 Aug 2005 22:32:09 GMT

Your Power Color Is Magenta

At Your Highest:

You energize yourself and push others to suceed.

At Your Lowest:

You feel frustrated and totally overwhelmed.

In Love:

You are suprised by who you attract. You're a love magnet.

How You're Attractive:

Open and free spirited, people want to explore the world with you.

Your Eternal Question:

"What is my next source of inspiration?"

What's Your Power Color?

i'm going over to the dark side...

Sun, 24 Jul 2005 13:34:55 GMT

I was told that I needed to update my journal because people apparently are interested in my life, or rather thoughts (which is weird cuz I'm not even that interesting). So I was trying to figure out what to write about, but my mind started randomly wandering, like it does, and this is where it ended up (for now): I've decided, semi-unconsciously I think, to just go over to the dark side. Not as in I'm going to start killing small children and betraying those that I once loved. No, no, no, all in due time. However, I slowly came to the realization that I really just do not give a shit any longer, so I've kind of started to become a tad bit mean. Not all out bitchy, not yet, but attitudinal, for lack of a better term. As of late, I have received great amusement out of pissing people off. Not making them mad, but getting them slightly worked up. It's hilarious. And usually I would feel pretty bad about this, but I don't. It's wonderful. However, my attitude has started to come out while I'm at work, and I've been getting a little snippy with the higher ups, so that may not be a good thing. Oh well though, because hopefully I'll be getting a promotion here soon, so it won't really even matter anyway. Take that suckers! Also, on a side note, I've been having incredibly strange dreams lately involving being pregnant, running into people that I do not at all like, and traveling into space. Not all in the same dream. That would just be freaky. But all in all, very odd. So there it is. The update. Enjoy. Bitches! "Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood."

oh to go back to the days of my youth...

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 08:51:42 GMT

Is it bad to wish that I could go back to the way things used to be? I remember when I was younger and I was happy. Sure I may have been blissfully, ignorantly happy, but nevertheless, happy I was. And now, I'm not so much. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to off myself anytime soon, but I'm not doing a jig because life is so grand and wonderful either. I just...am. Does that make sense? I exist. And that is all. There is nothing to look forward to, there is no excitement, there are no promises or expectations or hopes. There is nothingness. Endless and infinite. I hate what my life has become. "The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain."

oh, how crazy people freak me out...

Mon, 16 May 2005 06:56:45 GMT

So there was this one time when I was young and naive and trustworthy. Not so much anymore though. I've been screwed over and lied to and been toyed with one too many times. However, now I am also on guard against the crazy people out there. Now, you may say to yourself, "But Claire, you know lots of crazy people." And you would be correct. However, all the crazy people that I know (for the most part) are crazy in a good way; i.e. they are fun crazy and spontaneous crazy, etc., etc.. I think you catch my drift. But tonight, oh boy. I went to the movies with Alex and Mike, and some guy that I've been around two, maybe three times decided to hunt me and Alex down and watch the movie with us. And it was very creepy, seeing as how he didn't know what movie theatre we were going to or who else was going. And you know, the fact that he wasn't even invited and never talked to either one of us about our plans for the night just added to the psycho factor. Weird. I don't like it. I'm just really happy that he doesn't know where I live and doesn't have my phone number. Can we say stalker? "Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid."

i don't know what ebullient means...

Mon, 09 May 2005 07:15:24 GMT

CLAIREMARIECAHILL
C	is for	Complicated
L	is for	Loud
A	is for	Astounding
I	is for	Industrious
R	is for	Responsible
E	is for	Ebullient
M	is for	Mellow
A	is for	Animated
R	is for	Responsible
I	is for	Innocent
E	is for	Ebullient
C	is for	Caring
A	is for	Alert
H	is for	Hip
I	is for	Insane
L	is for	Loving
L	is for	Luscious

What Does Your Name Mean?

So there's that. I enjoyed it. Except I don't know what the word ebullient means, so if someone wanted to help me out with that, that would be cool. Anyway, on to what is currently on my mind. I hate when people assume that they know certain things about me. For the most part really, I suppose it doesn't bother me too much, but when it gets down to very important, fundamental, personal things, it bothers the hell out of me. Especially when they then decide to make decisions based on this non-knowledge, and then proceed to tell just about every fucking person that they know about it, like it's their own personal business or something. And it's not. It's mine, of which they really know nothing. But they think they do. Does that make sense? Anyway, time and time again this has happened to me, and frequently over the last year by the same people. So guess what I'm going to do...absolutely nothing. As in, no more speaking to them (aside from when need be), no more seeing them, no more nothing. I'm in the process of removing them from my life. Because I don't want to be around shady, nosy busybodies. Last time I checked I'd already left middle school and graduated from high school. Maybe I'm wrong, but I thought after all that people tended to grow up and stop acting like they were still there. Apparantly not. Apparantly some people did not get the memo. That's okay though, because hopefully here soon I won't have to deal with them anymore. "What goes around comes around."

everybody sucks but me...

Mon, 02 May 2005 09:20:23 GMT

And a few select others I suppose. I'm moving back home, or rather, in the process of moving home. Let's all hope that this goes a lot better than the last time. So, basically, life sucks right now. Nothing is going right. And I don't like it. I haven't been very happy for the past few months, and recent events have done absolutely nothing to inspire enthusiasm. So whee yea. Somebody shoot me now. No, not really. But if I could somehow slip into a coma and then wake up in a few months, or when everything gets better, I would be okay with that. Seriously. "You love me, but you don't know who I am."

road trippin' it...

Fri, 18 Mar 2005 10:16:38 GMT

Going to new orleans, going to new orleans. That keeps getting sung over and over again in my brain. Whee yea, I'm so excited! I can't wait! I've been wanting to go for forever, and now I finally get to! Granted, it's just for one day more or less, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm going to be out of state with one of my best friends and we're going to have a rocking good time. I'm going to see the sights and go to a concert and see what Louisiana has to offer. And who knows, maybe I'll never come back. Cuz Lord only knows that Indiana doesn't have a lot to offer me. However, I did decide that just picking up and leaving without prior notice is the wimps way out, so I guess in all reality I won't be doing that. But hey, I never claimed to be brave. "Hope is just the first step on the road to disappointment."

update on the great boy debacle of '05

Sun, 06 Mar 2005 00:51:07 GMT

So random update on my romantic life situation: Boys are the most confusing things ever placed on this planet by the Lord. After the not showing up for the movie night and him deciding that he didn't really want to talk to me for half the week at work, I decided that I was done with his attitude, so I stopped talking to him (aside from when required for work purposes). Not my most mature moment, but I was fed up. So the same night that I stopped talking to him a bunch of people from work were going out to breakfast, as has become our standard routine on Thursday nights. So he asked me if I was going to go, preceded with a "Well I probably won't be there, but everyone else wanted me to ask you if you were going to go." sort of thing. And I told him that I was, cuz I like to mingle with the co-workers and the whatnot. Well guess who showed up...So after everyone else left, we stayed and talked for a few hours. He still wouldn't really tell me what was wrong aside from him having a whole lot of family things that came up that he had to deal with. So then, this past week at work, he was being all normal again. Except, he was more flirty than normal, which, I'll be honest, I'm okay with. So, quick re-cap of the week: Monday, after I had gotten off of work, he called me and asked me if I wanted him to pick me up Tuesday (to which I said of course), and then (same night) he came to Subway and chatted with me for a while. He picked me up Tuesday, I felt like a big lump of crap, at work that night he told me that he had a present for me which he was going to give me Wednesday. So Wednesday he picks me up, we go to work, we come home from work, he walks me up to my door, and gives me my present, which was a Care Bear, which I love. So then Thursday one of my friends from work asks me what's going on, to which I reply I have no idea, to which she replies, "Bullshit." Now normally, this might be true, however, we are talking about the boy who seems to change his mind about every five minutes. He is on vacation right now though, so we'll see how he's acting when he gets back. Will he talk to me, will he snub me? Who knows?!?! "Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them."

P.S. Sorry this entry is kind of schizo. I went out last night, got really drunk, and have had the worst time being able to concentrate on anything today. Maybe I'll update tomorrow when I can actually focus, because there is so much more that I want to say about other things that would just come out all horribly wrong right now.

10 easy steps

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 12:27:01 GMT

so since i don't feel like writing about my horribly depressing personal life, i've decided to post a sort of to-do list (for me) as written by ms. amanda massey...enjoy!

Claire's 10 Easy Steps to Get Off the Street
1. Remember that a tube sock cannot be constituted as an outfit.
2. Refrain from walking up to strangers and shouting, "I want your sex!"
3. When your pimp asks for his percentage and you don't have the cash, don't offer him a blowjob instead.
4. Pick new places to take cigarette breaks, rather than in front of Silk 'n Lace and The Red Garter.
5. Stop propositioning men with badges in uniform by saying, "Can I sneak up on your penis like I'm going to arrest it?"
6. If your boots come up to your crotch, consider loafers.
7. Whistling at homeless men is just desparate-you'd have to pay them to hit that.
8. Give money to people who play instruments on the street, not flavored condoms and K-Y jelly.
9. Yelling, "I'm looser than a bucket of water!" is unbecoming of a lady.
10. Once you're comfortable with your new, demure self, if a man tries to assault you, grab his peter and pull.

I lied. I am going to write about my horribly depressing personal life because I am so confused by it. So this guy that I like, the same one who was supposed to come over (supposed to being the key words here) on Saturday, the same one who stated that we were kind of dating, the same one who has said that he is in fact interested in me (which surprised the hell out of me), has in fact done everything in his power to completely contradict everything that I've heard. He blew me off Saturday (not just me, so that makes me feel a smidgen better, but still!), completely avoided me Monday at work, but then kinda started talking to me again Tuesday night. So whatever. Normally I would take this to mean that he is in fact not interested in me and actually dislikes me quite a bit, however, this is rather normal for him and is not aimed solely at me. So I (for the most part) carry on as I normally do at work. I talk to him when need be, because I'm trying to give him his space, I talk to and joke around with everybody else, cuz that's how I do, and I try not to let it bother me, even though it does...a lot. And I think that I'm being very considerate, considering the fact that he's the one who blew me off and I'm not at all shitty and attitudinal with him. It's quite the opposite, actually. Weird, huh? Anyway, I diverge. So after work last night, I went to Subway like I always do, which everyone at work and elsewhere (for the most part) knows. And let me tell you how surprised I was when I pulled into the parking lot and saw that his truck was there. Now it is possible that he was just in the mood for Subway, but that is highly unlikely. So I think to myself, "Well maybe he just wanted to talk to me somewhere other than work." because there's no way that you could ever have an actual conversation at work, let alone a private one. But alas, this was not the case. I walked in, asked if I could sit with him (cuz I'm polite like that), and attempted to start a conversation. Well I failed horribly, or rather, I didn't so much fail because he pretty much refused to talk. So we sat there in awkward silence, I finished eating, and then got up to leave. Now I figured that he would probably stay there, seeing as how he had a newspaper sitting in front of him and he wasn't finished with his food, but no. He got up, threw his stuff away, and walked out with me. Can someone tell me how that makes any kind of sense?!?!? Because first of all, if he didn't want me to sit with him, he could have just said that. Which most people wouldn't do, because they don't want to be outrightly harsh, so I'll give you that. But why would he purposefully go somewhere where he knows I'll be and then semi-wait around for me to get there? (He got off of work about 45 minutes before I did.) And then, why would he leave when I was if he clearly was not done with whatever it was he had been doing? Or, if he was in fact done, then why would he stay when he was finished before me? If he didn't want to be around me at all, then he could have just left whenever. Either way, none of it makes any kind of sense. Or should I say, none of it makes any kind of sense to me. I don't know, maybe I'm just being typical me and overanalyzing this way too much, but I'd still like to know what in the world is going on. I'm baffled by the whole thing and am unsure of what it is exactly that I'm supposed to be doing. Maybe nothing. I don't know. And what makes it even more bewildering is that I can about guarantee that by Monday he'll be acting like he normally does: talking, hanging out, kidding around, etc., etc.. I feel like I'm the one who's messed up somehow, which I hate, cuz I know that I haven't. But I still find myself trying to make the situation better, which is impossible, because I don't even know what the problem is. So now I'm at a stalemate, because there's so much that I want to say, some of which I know I shouldn't and the rest of which I am just way too scared to. Anyway, if anyone wanted to offer me some advice or insight or just speculation, I would be thrilled. Because I'm exhausting myself trying to think of reasons for his behavior or things I could have done to make him mopey or things I could now do to make him not mopey. God, I hate this. "So, just say how to make it right, and I swear I'll do my best to comply."

sometimes i'm interesting...

Fri, 18 Feb 2005 13:20:44 GMT

so these past couple of days have been interesting (i guess that would be the best way to describe it maybe)...this guy that i work with has been taking me to work which in and of itself is no big deal...however, this is the same guy that i like and am totally into...so that's a yea for me at least...anyway, this girl that i work with, kristy, has been all about setting the two of us up for forever...but she was sick at the beginning of the week and therefore did not know that he started taking me to work...well, she found out cuz he usually parks by her but has not so much been doing that anymore...so tonight at work she was asking me about it, cuz that's how she does...so she was asking me about what was going on between us, and i said nothing...cuz that's the truth as far as i know...just that he's picking me up for work...so i guess she asked him what was going on, more to the point, whether or not we are dating...and he told her that yeah, we kind of are...which is news to me, cuz i didn't know that...i mean, i'm obvoiusly okay with that, cuz i like the guy and all and would so date him and the whatnot, however i was unaware that i was currently doing that...so anyway, she again brought it up and told me that i had previously been lying to her because clearly i am dating him...and they're both coming over on saturday to watch movies, so she told me that if me and him hadn't figured it all out by then, or rather come clean about our feelings, then she was going to make us...which could maybe be a good thing because maybe then something would actually happen and i'd know what in the hell was going on...all in all, i'm kind of confused about it all though...he hasn't said anything to me, and i sure as hell haven't said anything to him...but i guess we'll see what happens when saturday rolls around...it should prove to be interesting..."Assumptions allow the best in life to pass you by."

i need a stress reliever...

Sun, 13 Feb 2005 23:43:36 GMT

so i was talking with this guy that i work with about how we both need a new (and effective) way to relieve stress...we were both going to think about it and get back to the other one if we discovered something that would work...now i'm about tapped as far as my brain power goes at this point in time, because all i can think of is smoking, which i already do and he has no intention of starting...so if anyone has any good suggestions, you let me know...and with that, i am outta here..."Love is realized not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly." (this is what my fortune cookie told me...i think it's lying...)

la dee dah....

Wed, 26 Jan 2005 12:37:15 GMT

so i'm okay tonight...i worked, which is never really all that bad, despite what i might ever say...a lotta stressed out, but i'm managing...my life isn't god-awful and in fact could be worse (why do i feel like i just doomed myself with that statement?), so i'm going to try not to complain too much about any of that anymore...been seeing more of amanda lately, which is cool, cuz she has been mia for the longest time...haven't seen a whole lot of nicole, which sucks, but she's got the work and the schooling so that's all understandable...plus, i've got the whole sleeping thing, which is kind of necessary for me to be in any kind of sociable/pleasant mood...i'm semi-excited because i've been promised a homemade breakfast that is going to be made especially for me, which is cool, cuz that's never happened before...so all in all, i'm okay..."Every night I say a prayer, in the hopes that there's a heaven."

argh...

Sun, 23 Jan 2005 04:29:43 GMT

why are guys so stupid? i was just wondering if anyone could clue me in...