So.....its like quarter to midnight. I'm hella tired. Leaking & shit. Not the business. I'm goin to sleep soon as I finish typin this here shit out. Y'all like the change? I don't. Shit would not cooperate with me. and I forgot to transfer the counter code over. genius right? lol its still not finished. I might alter the colors a bit. && if you look close you can see the singing box code && a little bit of the javascript floating around, but all & all, its alright I guess.

No, I'm truly never satisfied with anything I do. Its cool though, cus thats how everything I do ends up a step above everything you do. You should try it.

I lost my wallet. I think. All I know is I don't know where it is. Bullshit. Man. I lose more wallets than any other person you know. Keys? Those too. I always find em though. But I lose wallets in public places && shit. I hate that about myself. Man. How I'm supposed to save money if I'm always fucking losing something? Explain that to me.

I don't have anything to say really. Sleepy. I was reading this book last night? Cried my fucking eyes out. It wasn't the saddest thing either, just the way it was written was bomb. When most people write about sadness, they try to use the big words, and the big ideas, and the big comparisons, you know? They try to make the pain as big as they can, but that generally makes it so unrelatable, that even though you know its sad, it doesn't quite click for you (apparently, unrelatable isn't a word). This wasn't like that though. It was so raw, and the words, and comparisons were so real, so relatable, that I couldn't help but cry (apparently, relatable isn't a word either? How the fuck do you put relate in the active tense then? Relate, related, relation...whatever). Anyway, cried. Went to sleep. Beautiful thing. I slept with Walter<3. =]

BLOG MORE BITCHES! I need something to read. Night.
-A.