I find it odd

when childhood friends grow up to be people you would have never thought they'd be.

sorority sisters?
party queens?

something told me that i wasn't supposed to be at that party in "selmar" or wherever the hell that city is. and good thing i didn't go.

rside friday? yes? yes?

Let it rain on me tonight

I'm just kidding.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

New current jam reflects my mood atm.

How much of yourself..

are you willing to keep private?

Blogs are agents to express one's inner-thoughts. To publish these thoughts is to open up to the world. What I don't understand, however, is the fact that so many people are dumb enough to not keep some thoughts and some awkward revelations, about themselves, well, private. So I ask, what is the use of having a secret blog with public entries?

Is the answer so some stranger can read your deepest secrets while your closest friends can't? Is it because you want attention, but not from people who know you (best, perhaps)? No. F*ck that. Please. Stop.

What is meant to be kept secret never exits the mind because the second it comes out of any orifice of your body, it ceases to be a secret and thus becomes knowledge of public domain. Do not become angry with me if I stumble upon "things my eyes were never meant to see." So excuse me for being "intrusive," and I'll excuse you for being the complete dumbf*ck that created your "private personal outlet," to analyze your thoughts. If it was truly private, then it clearly has no reason for being uploaded on the net.

Sorry. Harsh? Can't empathize. I find it very harrowing how I find these sort of things. It's not that I try. I laugh, though. The notion that bloggers feel secure in the comfort of their own home is a myth. Because what's security and comfort when one can easily find and discover every aspect of one other's life and mechanism of the mind with a click of the mouse.

You don't know me. You never will.

As for you, I know everything, though I wish I didn't.

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let's talk about youuuuu

i'll turn every bullet to a hershey's kiss
and we can eat away our fears! :D

i was once told

that only masters ride fixies. to everyone else, fixies ride them.

didn't take it into consideration.

helllloooo sprained ankle and crutches.

it's way too easy

to pass so much that you study.

it's also way too easy to study so much that you pass.

when these things synergize (i think it's a hybrid word) and become consistent,

you're at bliss.

fall quarter 2008 csula. check.

mate.

mothaf*cka i'm...

ill.