WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERY GIRL IN MY APARTMENT COMPLEX DECIDE TO CRY OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW?

And...when will my roomate stop that damned ear-raking pop-kissing isht with her boyfriend? Her boyfriend, who is NOT her fiancee? WHEN, I ask?






Logan. Logan? Logan...will that kid ever learn time management? Willy? God, I shall pray for it. I just got done reading some lovely previous posts involving him...good times...excuse my while I dry heave.


...to bad this thing doesn't have emoticons. Then again, it's a good thing those things aren't polluting the ENTIRE world wide web.