December 2009
JESUS H CHRIST.
No, this is not a Christmas post.
I hate fucking routers. More like rou-TARDS. Work for my brothers computer, even though he never goes on the internet, but don’t work for me. At all. Unless I steal someone else’s wireless. THEN you trick me into thinking I fixed the connection, not once, not twice, but trick me tree times into believing that. And now we’re here. Where I’m...
Babble. Babble. Babble. Babble . . . . . . .
I just wrote a very long blog about a friend I miss emmencely. One of many. But this one was pretty special. Then I deleted it all. I do this too much, but I’m saving it up for the day I can actually say all of it to him. I’m gonna cry when we say goodbye, and I hope that he wont put on his manly face but comfort me instead, maybe show how sad he is that I’m leaving. I think it...
