March 2009
2 posts
You’re what I call a night time person, cause you aren’t worth the time of day.
“Sometimes its not about whether Cinderella gets her slipper back, but its about...”
February 2009
1 post
DiddyBrightlife: yo i wanna get a tattoo so bad
ughseriously: ha what do you wanna get
DiddyBrightlife: um well its gonna be on my chest
DiddyBrightlife: and say Then, I Defy You Stars in a cool kind of caligraphy with a banner type thing around it
ughseriously: i want a 3d tattoo
ughseriously: and i can carry around 3d glasses
DiddyBrightlife: haha
ughseriously: so epople can look ha
DiddyBrightlife: hahahaha
DiddyBrightlife: hahaha
ughseriously: that would be pimp
ughseriously: i bet someones already done it
DiddyBrightlife: idk man
DiddyBrightlife: you usually have fairly original ideas
ughseriously: ha cause im fucking nuts man
January 2009
3 posts
On the right path...
There are few things that I say I believe in. No, I don’t have a religion, and I don’t believe in any… destiny or fate. And I really don’t believe in “Everything happens for a reason.” But… I do believe in coincidence. The kind of coincidence that gives you that weird feeling, as if, you are doing something right. Gives you a feeling like you are on the...
The truth is, it’s all of your memories, the joyful ones and the heart breaking ones, that make up who you are as a person.
high fidelity.
“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened...
December 2008
4 posts
Charlie Brown,
“Rats. Nobody sent me a Christmas card today. I almost wish there weren’t a holiday season. I know nobody likes me. Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it.”
Home is where the heart is.
So, I’m pretty much homeless.
