MySpace
Since I spend a lot more time on MySpace than I do here, I've decided to move my blogging (or lack thereof) to a site where I'll hopefully get more feedback. If anyone is interested, it's at www.myspace.com/jellepy.
Cherio Blogspot!!!
The meaningless rambling of a sickly obsessed Counting Crows Fan.
Since I spend a lot more time on MySpace than I do here, I've decided to move my blogging (or lack thereof) to a site where I'll hopefully get more feedback. If anyone is interested, it's at www.myspace.com/jellepy.
Sometimes denial is the only way to tackle a situation. I got the feedback, I threw it on the floor. I can't let a manipulated piece of tree turn my life upside down. Maybe she's right, but I can't process it all at once. Baby steps. Yes. One thing at a time. First thing's first. Smoke.
I am going to kill someone. I am... literally... going... to kill... someone! If I could write down the amount of shit that is going on, it would take a year, and it would in fact be pointless because no-one would believe that anyone could ever be so lazy, stupid, and futile. I honestly don't know how I'm going to handle this. I think I have to negotiate a deal where Kaelo Worldwide Media provides subsidy for my impending anger-management sessions.
So, I didn't beat Schalk or Mias, but they're just geniuses so I'm not bitter. I am, from this moment forward, a qualified level 200 Final Cut Pro editor. After a week of no sleep, I'm too tired to be proud of myself, but I'm pretty sure my ego will begin ballooning any second now...
After a decade of decidedly grey, soggy and congested pastures, they returned to their roots to engage in party shenanigans and general antics.
Seems as the mere utter of the word "Christmas" may be offensive to some. I've never understood this but only now have I heard of this sort of religionism on a worldly scale.