I'll get drunk, get high, pull down my pants.

Oh Hollywood Undead... you entertain me.
So... umm.... what's up... Well....
Since last time I blogged, I asked out Sarah. and now am going out with Sarah. Which is pretty ballin'. I think that might actually be all I'm going to say about the subject then...
Um... Shit... There's nothing else, is there?
I want to go curl up on the floor in front of the heater and take a nap. But the heater isn't on. To compensate, I'm wearing my two jackets. I'm still pretty cold.
So there's this social networking site called MyYearbook, I used to have one before I went insane and deleted everything. Well, since I knew NO ONE who added me except Hannah and her friend, and Kelsea, I would go off on these rants to anyone unfortunate enough to think I'm worth sending a few worded message saying something like "hi how are you?" Give or take some punctuation, capitals, spelling, numbers, symbols, words, letters, grammar, any common sense, etc. Well, a few of these people decided to become my friend. I might not have ranted to them at their first message. Though one of them I probably did. She was cool. The other two, one was fine, the other was insane. She was absolutely obsessed with emo kids. Now, I find emo kids kind of attractive, she, however, had a freakin fetish. and so she had this fantasy of being an emo kid. SHe eventually dyed her hair, went shopping, and completed her "trasformation" and thus had her myspace, IM message, and probably whatever else she could find say "I'M EMO!" and such. of course in all caps. She bothered me. She eventually had to be off the computer for a month. I have not heard from her since. I'm sort of curious as to what happened, but I would rather keep this nice little... not hearing from eachother ever again thing. It's working out nicely for me. Lars asked if I thought she slit her wrists and bled out. I had not thought about that before.
c'mon let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always, kiss you, taste you, all night, always.
I'm really bored. so bored I'm quoting songs.
I lost the game.
I have nothing else to say...