Happiness is Overrated

Today is the last day of 2009.
Whoop-de-fucking-do.

Goodbye best year ever. I'm sad to have to say goodbye. I will miss all the memories I had. Let us hope that next year will attempt to be better.

Remembering Sunday

So, I was on the immature/stupid website known as Myspace. I get in there to keep in touch with a few old friends and a couple highschool friends who like myspace. I, on the other hand, just like the music. But, back to the story. Out of sheer boredom, as you can see in the previous post, I had zombified all my friends and family. I made a private photo album on myspace to put all these photos in one place so I can look at my creations. I get off the computer, and then get on a couple hours later to show my mother the album (considering she was in it). And all my pictures were gone.
I then check my messages and it was said that I violated the Terms of Use. Er whatever it was. Because zombies, are violent. So, let me get this straight. Putting pictures of fake zombies on myspace is bad. But posting yourself half naked making out with some person of the same gender isn't. Does that make any sense? I know it doesn't to me.

Which makes immature/stupid Myspace, turn into gayest/most retarded/idiotic/stupidest/piece o' shit online networking website there is. Okay, done with posting.

This is How We Do

Alright, I zombiefied my friends out of sheer boredom. And my family as well.

But I don't feel like typing about my life. Except that Christmas is soon and all I've been doing is partying with Cindy and watching crappy horror movies. Which means, my life has been awesome.




That should do it on my life for a while.

(insert a song title here)

I've been on a rage train all day today.
It still hasn't stopped.
It needs to end.

I think I'm almost to rage town.