yea, ok. so let's lay down some ground rules here. if you've stubled upon this diary there are a few things you should know. i.e.:

1.) i am not going to whine about my love life.

2.) i am not going to write cryptic poetry that only myself and one other person will understand.

3.) i am not going to write about my friends and how they don't understand or appreciate me.

4.) i am not going to drop band names to show how ungodly punker than thou i am. (just know that i am, jackass.*)

5.) i am an okay guy but at no point will i go out of my way to display said quality in hopes of recieving sympathy letters from 17 year old emo chickens with ugly wing tip glasses, bad betty paige haircuts, and meat is murder stickers on their saturn two door coupes.

6.) brought up by the aforementioned, i do not eat meat but i don't care if you do or not.

7.) i do not like built to spill.

8.) at all times, in all places, it is always neccessary to rock the parcel.

thank you.

- the management

in regards to the * in #4: that was a joke. laugh, fuckface.