He's drunk again, time to fight...
Same old shit, just on a different night
She's grabbed the gun - she's had enough
Tonight she'll find out just how
Fucking tough is this man
Pulls the trigger fast as she can
Never again
- Nickelback, "Never Again"
who's your male wench?
this quiz by belle
Look! So pretty! I want! Must remember to beg for it this week:
I was suffering from a bit of self-loathing today. I hate that I'm so shy, and I hate that I'm so lazy when it comes time to go for a run. The Crys of three months ago would be saying, "Time to work out? FUCK YEAH! Bring it on!" but this Crys is saying, "Time to work out? Come on, just let me sleep and I'll do it tomorrow." Each and everyday. Well, it's time I do something about it! I'm gonna go work out, goddammit!
Whoo, now I'm all psyched. My heart literally jumped. Yay for workouts!
Back to the self-loathing. You know what I've noticed? Myself and my five closest friends form six. We all pair off when we're together. The two I really don't care for are always with each other, and my goth friend (used to spend so much time with her last year, she's a babe) hangs out with the one who's bitchy half the time and tolerable the other half. I'm usually with another girl, who is best friends with the goth one. She's madly in love with Eminem. I loathe Eminem. I'm madly in love with Brock Lesnar. She actually likes Brock because of me. It's actually a pretty funny story:
'Member when I took her to watch WWE when I won second row seats? (Yes, that was her.) Well, I was sitting there with my little Brock t-shirt on, screaming my freaking head off for him ("Yeah Brock! Whoo, kick his ass!") while my friend was actually cheering a bit, as well. Brock had kicked Benoit out of the ring and was getting up and catching his breath, and my friend and I both squealed. High-pitched squeals. Then he spit. In the ring. We were grossed out. It was like "AWWW!" (Brock spits.) "EWWW!" Bwahaha, good times. Too bad it was semi-ruined by some drunk guy looking at my ass. Damned drunks. Ruin everything.
So yeah. I was talking to her on MSN when I got the email saying I'd won, and I panicked and told her and she was like "TAKE ME WITH YOU" so I took her. We've become really, really good friends since. Yep, I've got a few good friends.
Contrary to what he thinks, Juggy so doesn't have more Archie Comics than me. I refuse to accept it! You're such a pickle-head, Juggy. :P