Dude! Your small "crappy" life has nothing on Britney. I mean come on. Her opening bombed, people are calling her kids mistakes, she married a "winner", and her butt keeps getting bigger.


You need to stop complaining and think of how others have it worse than you!

 

follow the swinging pocket watch with your eyes

you are getting sleepy

sleepy.........

sleepy........

when i snap my fingers you will be a zebra......

(SNAP)

 

Wow... feel the love guys.

If anyone ever feels like this... PM me, email me or what ever. Some times it just helps to talk things out.

 

hell thats about a once a week occurance. I always said if worst came to worst i would join the army, but there is alot of days when i think about taking a backpack full of stuff and riding off into the sunset never to return. Then i remember my trans am will not fit in my backpack and my bike will not fit in it's trunk...... Such delmemas make me stay where i am. Least here i can have booth the loves of my life.(sniff, sniff it's so hard to choose). Usually i drink myself into a stupper and get up the next day feeling like i got hit by a truck and forget about yesterdays delmemas and worry more about where the GF put the damn ibprofin!

 

yeah but I am too broke to do it....

 

i've wanted to run away on the bike many times and hope to end up in another country. i owe too much money... [:'(]

 

Every damn day.Am I thatobvious? It ain't no solution. I'm in a world of shizznit now, and running away seems romantic, but...my dad ran away from my mom and I when I was six months old, and now I have a little boy who thinks I'm superman. I don't want to be my dad.
I have a wolf that depends on me, though she could survive here in the out-of-door woods.
Finally, growing up, I bounced around the world, going from place to place, as money would allow. We (Mom & I) would get to a new town, get a place to sleep, (churches, abandoned buildings, barns, once we slept in her office at work), get jobs and save enough money to get to the next town, and start all over again, about every six weeks. That's how I lived, from 1967 until 1977. Got my nonviolent *** beat in every ghetto West of Stalingrad (St. Petersburg) and so that takes all the romanticism out of the idea. I've learned, the hard way, that home is where the heart is. The key to happiness is in your own hands, not a matter of geography. Just go watch "Easy Rider". Or, take off! Let us know how you do and remember that we are here for you. If you get stuck in southern New Mexico, go to a library, get online, and send me a PM. I'll let you crash here for awhile if you want. Best of luck, comrade. Pax,G.

 

yah, no **** sometimes it helps to talk even if you make no solution. just get it off your chest... all this if you jump do a flip is funny but some people need to xpress themselves and when you feel ****y, someone telling yah stop feeling sorry for yurself sure the **** dont help so if you aint got nothing nice to say... dont say it, take peoples feelings into consideration.... i am an *******, but even i dont kick people when they are down....

 

At times...though that is self-centered and unproductive.

Toay I'll be spending geting new tires for my bike.

Tuesday, my boss pays me 3 times asmuch as he pays me now, or I f***ing walk.

I have the production, records, and people persuading power to bend this **** of a human being.