Didn't want to come on until good art drawn.
Never happened.
But even so, it doesn't mean I go missing for, what, two months.
I feel like a dick.
Want to say sorry, but it feels 'not good enough.'
I'm making excuses up. "Can't do this. Can't do that. My life sucks, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."
Life. Feh. I'm not living, only dying. Sitting on my ass, waiting for the sunshine. Think I've got to grab it.
I dunno.
Need to change. Hopefully soon.
Until then, I'm a walking ball of shit.






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Mean people suck. Period.
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I got tired of trying to think of something clever to put in here, so all you get is this sentence.
So, I was thinking either Tuesday or Friday, would be good. This way I can change my sleep schedule for the next day.
Wha'dya think?
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I got tired of trying to think of something clever to put in here, so all you get is this sentence.
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And it doesn't matter to me. The time that is.
And, yeah... sorry about not replying to this earlier. Between work, sleep, and some family emergencies I was unable to get on. (Don't worry, everything's okay now)
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I got tired of trying to think of something clever to put in here, so all you get is this sentence.
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Um, if you want, I could bring my 360 in. I've got a hand full of multiplayer games. (!!!) In fact, it's payday on Friday, I could grab a DDR game and extra pad from my store (at a discount, *squee*)!
How about it?
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I got tired of trying to think of something clever to put in here, so all you get is this sentence.
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