HOT SHIT!

old friend.

2009-02-19T04:04:30Z

hey live journal. it's been awhile. it's so weird how live journal was such an integral part of my life, now i had to really delve into the depths of memory to even remember the fucking password.

life, ironically, isn't that much different now than it was a few years ago. i'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. i still work at best buy. i still drink on a near every day basis. i still don't have a girlfriend. i still bitch and complain about the most pointless stuff. yeah, the only things that's really changed is my hair and my age.

valentine's day was on saturday, and this was probably the first valentine's day that i didn't spend wasted off vodka and listening to dashboard confessional on repeat. while i did have dumb trainings at work all day, i did manage to see ashley the night before. so TECHNICALLY i didn't spend valentine's day alone. i gave her the godiva chocolates she loves oh-so-much, and i swear, a smile never left my face. i'm not quite sure what it is about this girl, but she's kept my attention for more than a year already. i remember a while back i found an old moleskine i used to keep and i wrote down a few things the night after we initially met, it read:

"i finally met ashley at the falls on friday. goddamn, that girl is FUCKING CUTE. and sweet. cute and sweet. but who wants to bet that i fuck that up like always? i do."

nice to see that the glass is still always half-empty with me.

---

i'm glad i finally got over this dehydrated phase i was in. i must have drank my insides bone fucking dry last night. dollar beer night is one of those double bladed swords. it's so good, yet so so so horrible at the same time. i don't think i saw anyone who wasn't completely wasted last night. i did meet a girl named "gin" last night. funny story: so i'm standing sort of in between inside and the outside where the patio is and she was sitting with like three dudes at a table. well, she kept glancing up and looking up at me, and if i've learned anything in all of my years, it's i know when a girl is interested. so i walked back inside to the where my group of friends were standing, and sure enough she comes inside and walks over to me and mentions how her ex showed up and how she had to get out of there. we walk to another part of the bar and engage in some sort of conversation. i honestly don't even remember what the fuck we were talking about. i do remember at one point her telling me to get her phone number. i pull my phone out, and i was so wasted, it literally took me about five minutes to enter her number. touch screens and severe inebriation do not fucking mix well. we continued having some bullshit convo until some angry looking dude came inside and grabbed her and told her they were leaving. yeah, this guy definitely looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of me. oh well. i hope she was cute.

ouch.

2008-06-06T20:02:26Z

so my face came in contact with the brick border of chez's pool, and yeah. ten stitches later. worst part is i'm not sure how it even happened. i climb out of the pool, look down and see blood all over my chest. wtf.

i think that was god's way of telling me that i definitely need to stay the fuck out of anything involving water. after that whole jellyfish ordeal that left me scarred for life, i really haven't bothered swimming. well, until today, and look what happened. scarred for life in a totally different way. next time i'm pretty sure i'm going to end up dead. no more water. ever again.

on the plus side, now i'll have a scar under my chin just like han solo! that and i have some vicodin. score.

the only good part about san marcos..

2008-05-16T05:01:41Z

is their billboards.

seriously.

psycho_mantis @ 2008-04-28T21:13:00

2008-04-29T02:14:23Z

i keep telling myself i'm going to actively post in here, yet i can never bring myself around to actually doing it.

hi guys. miss me?

psycho_mantis @ 2007-12-11T15:28:00

2007-12-11T21:28:58Z

hello stranger.

hello live journal.

2007-05-12T05:22:54Z

this is me currently:

it's been awhile.

2007-01-31T05:36:21Z

my live journal turned five on the first of the month. wow. five years. i remember when i first decided to join live journal. i was in yahoo chat hearing greg babble on about about how everyone had an lj and how i needed one. so he gave me an invite code (oh, invite codes, how i miss thee) and the rest is history. my first posts, wow. i was a senior in high school so you can guess what my entries were about. typical wah wah wah, girl doesn't like me, wah wah wah entries. in retrospect, i was an emotional wreck then. things haven't really changed THAT much in that aspect, but at least i'm not such a huge pussy anymore.

damn, i can't believe it's been five years. wow. five years and only 545 entries. i should really post more. if i'm looking back at all of this now and i'm freaked out, i wonder how amazed i'll be in ten years looking back...

okay, so in the last seven months that have passed, the more things have changed the more they've stayed the same. i don't work at circuit city anymore, no, i work for best buy now. and you know what? i like it. i like it. hands down the best job i've ever had. as much as retail sucks, it sucks in a way that isn't so painful. at circuit city, i was miserable twenty-five/eight. yeah, i was so miserable i had to create an extra hour and an extra day just to get by. every day was hell. here it's different. i mean, by no means is best buy a perfect walk in the park. i work at a store in a ~~pretty~~ really bad location (south park mall :( ), but as far as pay and benefits and respect and all of that goes, i can't complain. i don't forsee myself making a career out of it, but for the time being, i'm pretty content.

i tried going back to school. that failed miserably. school and i go together about as well as whitney houston and bobby brown. "higher education" just doesn't do it for me. i don't know how people can slave their lives away at school just for a fucking job. ugh, whatever, i don't want to get into this. moral of the paragraph: fuck school, and fuck you,too.

music's been going pretty decent. we made a cd and passed them around, and we've been getting sort of "known". we've had a lot of good shows that have opened doors for us. our guitarist, adrian, found out not too long ago that a girl he used to date just got hired as an A&R rep for a record label. talk about luck. hopefully she can pull a few strings, so we can take this to the next level.

girls. man, i still hate girls. god, i meet the most fucked up members of the opposite sex. the girls i meet always lead these fucked up lives, involving ex-boyfriends and husbands, and they all seem to have fucking kids. not babies. FUCKING KIDS.

myspace is still myspace. my hair is still long. hella is still fucking awful. and this diet dr. pepper doesn't really taste that much like regular dr. pepper. that shows you right there what a degree does for you.

hella is the worst band ever.

2006-07-26T09:45:40Z

I've finally realized why life has been sucking so much lately. No, it's not because I don't work at gay ass Circuit City anymore (greatest thing to happen to me all year). It's not because I don't have a girlfriend. Nor is it because alcohol is still my only friend. It's not because George W. Bush is still our president, please, remember this: http://psycho-mantis.livejournal.com/167345.html Yeah, exactly. No, the real reason life has been sucking is because:

this girl:

has been M.I.A for the last five months.

Dear Sarah,

I miss you like the desert misses rain. If you're reading this, come back, and make everything right again.

Love,
Ronin.

today...

2006-07-03T18:19:23Z

is my birthday.

i love fur.

2006-04-27T04:39:40Z

so i haven't updated in a really fucking long time. but believe me, absolutely nothing interesting has happened. i still work at circuit city, i still date strippers, i still get trashed on a daily basis. eh. it sucks.

the only thing worst posting about is my new love affair for pina coladas.

mmmm, so good.

and yeah, i've kind of missed updating about nothing.

and i really miss sarah, why did you disappear? :(

psycho_mantis @ 2006-02-17T00:30:00

2006-02-17T06:30:37Z

valentines day would have been a lot better if california wasn't so goddamn far away.

that aside, everything else is exactly the same.

i need some fucking excitement in my life.

life update:

2006-01-22T06:49:58Z

job = gone.

girlfriend = gone.

friends = gone.

house = gone.

money = gone.

life = over.

actually, that isn't really true. i still have a house, and i still have a job, and i guess i have a few friends, but girlfriends and money are definitely gone. i just don't know how to have a girlfriend. and not knowing how to have a girlfriend seriously worries me. i guess it's a good thing since san antonio is full of nothing but shitty girls. i also don't know how to save money. which worries me because i really don't want to end up like all these hood rich wankstas i see on a daily basis. eh, whatever.

over the past few weeks i've developed a routine:

wake up.
go to work.
get off work.
go to strip clubs.
get really, really, trashed.
spend ridiculous amounts of money.
drive home still trashed.
pass out.
repeat.

it's gotten to the point where i'm really unpleasant to be around if i don't have any alcohol in my system. sad but true.

whataburger has foam cups now. i guess that's pretty exciting.

i also have a mullet now:

fun stuff.

sarah, if you're reading this, you better fucking update. i'm starting to worry that you're the opposite of alive.

i hate live journal.

psycho_mantis @ 2005-12-09T22:38:00

2005-12-10T04:38:48Z

holy fuck, i forgot about this.

today's lesson:

2005-10-28T07:06:59Z

Well, its not really a lesson, more like a rule. This is photographic proof that the handicapped should not be allowed to drive:

Us normal people could really use those close ass parking spots.

Anyway, I got hired at Circuit City awhile back. It's no Best Buy, but whatever. Oh, and speaking of Best Buy, for some reason I decided to apply there too, just for fun. Well, the following day they called and asked if I wanted to come in for an interview. Are you fucking shitting me? Ashton Kutcher come on out, this "Punk'd" shit is really getting old. Seriously. What are the odds? Anyway, Best Buy is always busy which would equate to me actually doing work. So fuck that. We all know how I feel about actual work. At Circuit City all I have to worry about is sweeping up all the tumbleweeds that blow by. So yeah, Circuit City by Northstar Mall, come buy stuff from me.

Halloween is coming up. You know, for the longest time I thought Halloween was my favorite holiday, I guess I was wrong. Halloween seems to me like just another thing that's only fun when you're a kid. Like Easter. Even Christmas doesn't feel the same anymore. But yeah, I think the worst part about Halloween aside from the fact that it's only fun for kids, is all the dumb, un-original costumes. Namely girls and their whole "slutty" thing. The slutty bunny/cat/school girl/teacher/genie/nurse/angel/cop/maid/slutty anything-with-a-fucking-tail. Seriously, are girls really that stupid, or do they honestly know nothing other than the costume equivalent of holding up a sign saying " I need cock"? I fucking hate girls.

I also hate Taco Bell. Everyday for the past week, I've gone there with intention of ordering some chicken bell grande nachos. And every time they give me some new bullshit excuse as to why I can't have any. "Oh, we're out of chips." "Sorry, we're out of nacho cheese." "ha - it's the damndest thing, we ran out of chicken." Or all of the above. Seriously, fuck Taco Bell.

In other news, two years of myspace. Well, at least I can pinpoint the exact time my life went downhill.

what a world.

2005-10-07T06:07:43Z

ValcoreManifesto: have you heard about that girl taylor behl from richmond va?
i started aids: what girl?
ValcoreManifesto: this 17 yr old girl in my the town i live in went missing for a month and was just found today in a shallow grave about 70 miles away .. she was effing a 38 yr old photographer ...
ValcoreManifesto: anyways this is her journal http://www.livejournal.com/users/tiabliaj/
ValcoreManifesto: the dude that killed her is named "skulz...something
ValcoreManifesto: its way creepy he posts on it
i started aids: so he killed her?
ValcoreManifesto: yah most likely
ValcoreManifesto: he's arrested on child porn right now
ValcoreManifesto: but he did it
ValcoreManifesto: http://search.deviantart.com/searchcraft/?cmd=1&offset=72&search=skulz
ValcoreManifesto: the side has been taken down exceot for that page .. with her pics on it
ValcoreManifesto: but he used to have pictures of the house she was buried at
ValcoreManifesto: http://www.myspace.com/doowop
ValcoreManifesto: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=14148304&Mytoken=56B58551-CA75-B261-92C1AE3F0410CBA517008860
ValcoreManifesto: read his about me last updated 2 weeks after she went missing
i started aids: this is creepy, michelle.
ValcoreManifesto: it happened like 10 blocks from me
ValcoreManifesto: just watch out for the web sluts .. they may kill you.
ValcoreManifesto: http://www.planethuff.com/darkside/
ValcoreManifesto: http://photobucket.com/albums/v466/skulz/Wallpaper-by-Skulz/?action=view¤t=abandoned_house-erin002skulz.jpg
ValcoreManifesto: thats the place she was found

http://www.timesdispatch.com/servlet/Satellite?pagename=RTD/MGArticle/RTD_BasicArticle&c=MGArticle&cid=1031785503211

fucking crazy.

tagging?

2005-09-28T06:57:49Z

so like i got tagged.

"List 10 things that make you happy and then tag 5 others"

1. the crue.
2. tall, blonde, swedish girls who live in northern california.
3. alcohol.
4. strippers.
5. strip clubs.
6. drums.
7. cradle of filth's cover of "hallowed be thy name". best cover song ever.
8. receiving "wtf?!" looks from people.
9. my jacket.
10. hotel rooms.

so i tag...

memoriah
dudeirule
fcukface
oh_heavens_no
nerdrockjosh!

goddamn, i am so fucking bored.

psycho_mantis @ 2005-09-21T01:37:00

2005-09-21T06:38:17Z

I've realized a lot of things in life can be related to drugs. Like internet addiction for example. It doesn't take a drug addict to realize that once you start using something you build a tolerance, and pretty soon you need something harder and stronger to get you high. Well, like I said before, this also applies to the intraweb. Chat rooms started the whole process for me. AOL, Napster chat, ICQ, and eventually it topped out at Yahoo! Chat where I wasted a good two years of my life. I like to think of this as like marijuana. You start using it, it feels good, and before you know it you're getting turned on to harder things. Like Cocaine, or Live Journal. Live Journal ushered in a new phase of internet addiction. I'd come home from school and post all these stupid emo stories about God knows what, and before I knew it, it was all downhill from there. New Found Glory style. I'd update all the fucking time, I'd check my friends page every waking moment. Internet addiction was in full effect. But then I found something that was harder, better, stronger, faster, something that if you were without for more then ten minutes you'd break out in a cold sweat. Malaise, anxiety, depression, chills, nausea, diarrhea, cramps, and fevers would also kick in. Yeah, you guessed, it - Heroin. Er, Myspace. Myspace: The heroin of internet addiction. Once I discovered Myspace it was all over. I'm still trying to piece my life back together. And it's not easy. I recently found the Methadone of internet addiction - Multiply, the networking site that's a cross between facebook and photobucket. But I seriously doubt that's going to break my Myspace addiction. And isn't Methadone addicting in itself? Uh oh. So, yeah, that's the reason I never update anymore. Heroinspace.com has consumed my life.

Anyway, I'm not too sure how I feel about life these days. Life was awesome on the road. Unfortunately, due to stupid fucking niggers fucking us out of money, that tour was cut dramatically short. Although financially it was a disaster, there was no greater feeling than spending days upon days traveling. Almost dying TWICE thanks to that fucking bitch Katrina, waking up in strange hotel rooms, living off booze and fast food. Trying to decipher the anomaly that is the time zone system. Suddenly all those songs like "Wherever I May Roam" and "Home Sweet Home" made sense. And Florida? Florida was fucking amazing. Well, Tampa Bay was fucking amazing. Cities like Pensacola where everybody and their fucking mother called us faggots. Panama City which was like the San Marcos of Florida. Yeah, what A WASTE OF SPACE. Such a disgusting city. There were other cities too that were nice, but they really don't deserve a mention. Tampa, though. Was something else. Everything there was like Greek to me: Black stoplights? Palm Trees? Steak and Shakes? Crazy looking buses? Hot girls? What? Texas has like none of these. I had never been there before and it definitely made one hell of a first impression. I still believe Texas is the best place in the fucking world, but fuck dude, it has some serious competition.

I really miss palm trees. :(

The drive home was a whole other adventure. We ran out of gas in Alabama and had to wait at a fucking gas station in the sweltering heat for six fucking hours only to discover that no gas was on the way. Somehow we managed to make it back to Florida where we gassed the fuck up. Oh, and stocked up on Mello-Yello and sausage. Yeah, despite the traveling sausage fest that was our van, we kept craving slim jims. It was queer. Anyway, it was pretty difficult driving through Alabama and Mississippi, seeing buildings demolished, cars demolished, people demolished. I had a lot to think about during those hours. I thanked God for not placing San Antonio on a coast of any kind. I also thanked God for Vicodin which knocked me out lest I had to watch anymore of that heartbreaking destruction. Louisiana was scary, and I definitely do not want to elaborate on that.

Anyway, let's see. What else? Oh, yeah, I have a fracture in my left ring finger. I swear, every time I play drums I always find some new way of hurting myself. You have no idea how painful typing this entry is. The only saving grace is that it's on my left hand. Without my right hand fully operational I would die. Seriously. Death.

Throughout drugs and myspace and florida and fractures I managed to somehow land myself in a relationship. Well, not an official relationship. Well, it's complicated. But I think it's safe to say my days of slutting it up are over. Yeah, heartbreaking, I know. I really don't know how this could have happened. I'm such a bad person; how could anyone like me? Much less, how could I like anyone? Yeah, I know I always manage to develop these little crushes on strippers here and there. The most recent back in Clearwater, where I managed to fall in love with a stripper I had known for about a whole hour. Hell, I think I still might have a crush on her. After all I did let her keep my fucking To Die For hat which I miss oh-so-deeply. But anyway, yeah, strippers are of a different breed. As much as I love them, I know I could never get serious with any of them. These real, non-stripper girls are waaaaaaaay different, though. I mean, what do I do? I haven't held strong feelings for anyone in years. In fact, I've haven't held feelings like this for anyone ever. Which could be cool, I guess. I'm sure it's nice to have sex with someone you really care about. As opposed to girls you downright loathe. Whatever. I have no idea where I'm even going with this. Fuck girls. All I need is alcohol and my right fucking hand, and At All Cost.

And speaking of At All Cost, everyone seriously needs to go to the show on Thursday.

the sunshine state.

2005-08-25T04:52:30Z

So I'll be leaving for tour with Kalhalla tomorrow. First Florida, then the east coast, and then the rest of the world!

I know some of you live in Florida, so lets hang out or something.

2103267366

oh! and happy birthday uhmmmstopit. everyone wish her the same.

fuckfuckfuck.

2005-08-22T11:35:19Z

I'm pretty disappointed I only updated six times this summer. I'm even more disappointed in the fact that this year is almost over and I only have a months worth of entries. I remember previous years when I would post all the time. I guess maybe I really did run out of things to say? Or maybe nothing interesting ever happens to me anymore? I don't know.

Anyway, I constructed a graph to illustrate my point.

Yeah, it's a shame. So somebody tell me to update every now and then.

I've been seeing a lot of these gay ass "I miss summer" bulletins and blogs on myspace, lately. Am I seriously the only one who hates the shit out of summer? I graduated high school many moons ago, so three months sans school doesn't really get my panties wet like it used to. Neither does ONE HUNDRED DEGREE FUCKING WEATHER. I swear it's too fucking hot to do anything, anyway. Perhaps I'm just bitter that everyone all around me is out having the time of their lives, scoring a plethora of memories, and I'm not. Whatever. Fuck you. Summer is fucking useless. Winter for life.

In other news, my relationship with Hollister has officially come to an end. Yup, I got fired. Apparently, I "don't work", I "stand around and talk too much"; when I "actually do work, it's not quite good enough." Oh, but I've shown I'm "capable of doing a bad ass job," but apparently, I "never do it." I'm still trying to figure out what that means exactly. Whatever. What really boils my bacon though, is that I was actually going to quit last week. But yet I somehow allowed myself to be talked into staying. Yeah, that turned out to be a REAL wise decision. I swear, I hate being fired. Every job I've ever had I've been fired from. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I guess not. On the plus side, I did manage to meet some really awesome people. If I manage to stay friends with any of them remains to be seen, but I'm definitely glad I met them. So yeah, fuck you, Hollister, and the fucking horse you rode in on. At least there is still the SBC Center where I still get paid to "stand around and talk too much."

I posted a myspace blog regarding this, but it's just too important to not discuss here. The Andy Milonakis show. Quite possibly the most retarded fucking show ever. Seriously. I watched at least two episodes just to make sure it wasn't just one particular episode that was bad, but that they all were. Oh man, where to begin? Okay in the first episode, he starts washing his hair with conditioner, and then the conditioner somehow takes control of his mind and orders him to do a bunch of gay things. I didn't think it could get any worse, but then I saw the next episode. Andy Milonakis and some fag were playing with this doll, and Andy pulled down the dolls pants and started sticking its ass in that one fags face, and that fag just kept laughing and laughing. And that was the whole skit. Okay, that might have been funny if I was in the second grade. And I seriously doubt its core audience is comprised of second graders. Jesus Christ, MTV isn't even trying anymore. They're like Fox: reloaded. It reminds me of that Seinfeld episode, where Jerry and George were trying to pitch their tv show to the NBC people and Russel Dowlripple asked George, "well, why am I watching this? and George so succinctly replied, "because it's on tv." Yeah. Fuck you, Andy Milonakis. And Fuck you, MTV.

Why the hell is there an r before the p in surprise? Who seriously pronounces it SURPrise. I say SUPrise. So it should definitely be spelled that way. In fact, I just recently realized it wasn't. I swear, I hate the english language sometimes.

And I'm leaving for Florida on Wednesday. So yeah.

i'm here for the gang bang.

2005-07-16T01:32:57Z

Chances are if you've seen me IRL, I was most likely wearing a denim jacket. Chances are if you know me IRL, you know that my denim jacket and I are inseparable. I wear that jacket almost every day. Regardless of whatever else I'm wearing. Regardless of the temperature outside. Regardless of any of that nonsense. It's been christened by years of my blood, sweat, and tears. Its outside is adorned with patches and pins of my favorite bands. It's me. And nothing symbolizes me like that fucking jacket.

Not only does it serve as its primary function, an outer garment, and as a friend, but it serves as a carrying case for all the bullshit I feel the need to lug around with me on a daily basis. Since my pant pockets are rendered useless, my jacket's plethora of pockets helps me immensely.

I took a few pictures of what exactly was in my pockets today.

Picture A (Clockwise from L-R): Flask of vodka, cigarettes, cigars, cell phone, sidekick.

Picture B: Wallet, iPod (most of the time this is left out), condoms (lol), zippo lighter, lip balm, pack of gum.

Picture C: Compact, eyeliner, small bottle of Burberry Brit, lubricant? wtf? (I seriously have no idea how/why this was in there), pens, various papers and receipts, loose change, sunglasses.

Moral of the story? I need a fucking purse.

And happy birthday, Krista.

And last but not least,

where the hell did that lubricant come from?

psycho_mantis @ 2005-07-03T21:27:00

2005-07-04T02:27:46Z

So I'm twenty-one today.

Hello alcohol. Goodbye Liver.

i hate updating.

2005-06-14T07:47:38Z

So everybody on the internet knows that I'll never shut up about murder_it.

That's a given.

But fuck, dude, _tasty is fucking hot. Like goddamn. I don't know why I never realized this before.

fuckin' crazy.

2005-06-11T01:47:47Z

39-56

2005-05-29T02:36:48Z

All these graduation posts are really making me feel old.

So fuck you, and fuck all your graduations.

There are much more important and relevant things out there. I'd elaborate, but I have a date with a stripper.

ON HER DIME.

Goddamn, life is awesome.

shannon kelly is for lovers.

2005-05-14T09:00:45Z

Man, I hate Pepsi. After a few weeks of Coke with lime being out, Pepsi with lime hits the streets. Everything Coke does, Pepsi has to do too: Diet Coke - Diet Pepsi. Coke with lemon - Pepsi with Lemon. Vanilla Coke - Pepsi Vanilla. And now this whole "-with lime" nonsense. It makes me wonder where Pepsi got the genius idea for that Crystal bullshit from. I swear, Pepsi is like that one lame friend everyone has. The one lame friend that always copies everything you do. You cut your hair, they do too. You get a monroe piercing, they get one too. You get Gonorrhea, they want it too. It's ridiculous. Pepsi is like the Milhouse of sodas.

So fuck Pepsi, COKE FOR LIFE.

I've decided that having an SBC Center I.D is totally fucking sweet. I waltzed in there and watched games 1 and 2 for absolutely free. And I plan on doing this for the rest of the playoffs. Paying for tickets is for suckers. Oh, and third time's a charm!

In other news, did anyone hear about Seal and Heidi Klum getting married? Read. WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE THINKING?! Look at that Seal son of a bitch. He's fucking dick ugly. Hell, dick ugly is an understatement! It's like dick ugly is riding on a motorcycle, right? Doing about one fifty WITHOUT a helmet, he hits some loose gravel, flies off the bike, and lands ON HIS FACE, and skids about a hundred yards. That's EXACTLY what Seal looks like. Fuck. And Heidi Klum is sooooo fucking hot, too. There is absolutely no justice in the world. None.

Goddamn, he's ugly. Ugh.

I really hate how everyone is seemingly jumping on the Star Wars bandwagon now. I've seriously liked Star Wars since I was in the womb. No joke. When the trilogy was re-relased in '97 and I was out spending ridiculous amounts of money on comic books and action figures and all that jazz, where were the rest of you douchebags? Probably hooking up and making out and whatnot. Who needs heterosexuality when you have Star Wars? Only a true fan would say that. "Aventure. Excitement. Girls. A Jedi craves not these things."

Anyway, now here's a list of things I deeply regret doing:

Spending five minutes rambling on about sodas.

Backyard wrestling.

BUYING CHANEL GLASSES ONLY TO BREAK THEM THE FOLLOWING DAY.

Drinking a case of Natty Ice. Worst/best beer ever. I swear, I was fucked up for at least a month.

Motley Crue concert. Ugh. Don't remind me.

Rendezvous' with Miss Heroin.

SITTING THROUGH NAPOLEON DYNAMITE. WORST HOWEVER LONG THAT MOVIE LASTED HOURS OF MY LIFE.

Sisters of best friends. Contrary to popular belief, it definitely DOES complicate things.

That one time I drove all the way to Corpus just to eat at the TWO STORY WHATABURGER! Well, maybe I don't regret that very much. It was seriously worth it.

And now here's a list of things I DON'T deeply regret doing:

Adding _primitive as a friend. I swear, she has the best entries ever.

Coca Cola with lime. <3!!

and, and, and

NOT GOING TO PROM. FUCK PROM, AND FUCK ALL OF YOU. I HOPE SISSY SPACEK IN CARRIE HAD A BETTER PROM THAN ALL OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS. FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU.

And lastly, I leave you with this vital piece of information, "All certified mail is registered, but registered mail is not necessarily certified."