Soon my pretties, soon.....

I totally had these pirates when I was a kid. Lego rules, matey. Yarrr!

I have some fairly horrid stuff in my music collection. It's pretty funny because I don't know where the vast majority of it came from. People always send me songs. I like that :) There are friends I have who mirror my tastes fairly accuretly, then there are the other ones. Heh, it's a tricky thing when your friend sends you pure utter shit. You shake your head and go WTF? First WTF comes from why the hell would anyone wanna listen to this pussy bull shit radio friendly song? Second WTF, why the fuck do you think I'd like this. I know I listen to pretty much everything, cept jazz. I think I mentioned that earlier in the pages of this moster piece. Thank god that annoying song is gone. This one is much better, I picked this one myself :P

Does any of us really know anyone as well as we think we do? I'm not sure who I am, maybe none of us really do, but I have the balls ( haha figurativly ) to admit it? I love all my questions. No one ever answers but I don't mind that. People reading this aren't my concern. It's here, look if you want, leave if it offends...whatever. I don't honestly ever expect anyone who can answer my questions. You can't have one person speak for the whole world. You get those who try....*cough* Self important *cough*

Well this song is over, hopefully let's not experience another horror given to me by someone else. YES, another one of mine :D Regardless, it's time for me to fix my musical mess. I know I fucking hate organizing, I hate planning, it's all so boring and redundent. Yet, at the same time I don't think I can stand these shit songs popping up all the fucking time.

Now all's I have to do is wait and see if the parents are comming down for the weekend. They promised they'd call and let me know one way or another this time. Instead of just showing up on the doorstep when I lived in another city. God, that sucked....never had the bong hidden. Haha, they never noticed anyways. If they did they said nothing. I don't think my mom even knows what one looks like. Dad's another story, but again no one said anything. It's not like they don't know.

Anyways time to find another way to kill friday afternoon. Weekend = good stuff, even if the rents show up. Provided of course that my mom behaves herself and doesn't drive me up the wall crazy.