So, I'm setting up an Adsense account:

This could be the start of something good...


right?

I decided to take some pictures tonight. Couldn't sleep. How do I look? Fuck.

I'm watching Steel

And I must say this is one of the worst movies I've ever seen. I would have turned it off 5 minutes ago, but I just know it's only going to get worse. I must witness this.

I'm getting closer to where I want to be with this

I am so glad I made backups of all my stuff. Also, I started using Dreamweaver again a few days ago. What a priceless piece of software.

I am a wicked e-sinner

But my website is still up for some e-renovations.

Hate is a Fag

Achewood Community College

So far, so simple.

Going good so far.

Oh yeah, also:

I did get an 'A' in Philosophy.

I haven't given up.

I've just gotten a few complaints in the last few days about why my website was gone. I figure it's better to have this as a placeholder than nothing at all.

This isn't all easy.

I'm working with a half demolished style sheet. Gods.

I have three Gmail invites to give.

If you know me, let me know. Email me or leave a comment or something so we can work this shit out.

A state of transition

stick with me;

if you have comments, post them.

I have backed up the old template.

The way things were. 

Getting rid of all these extraneous images and shit

Fuck this fancypants shit

The new bar at the top makes it easy to find stuff that I think may be unique

Such as blogging by a six year old. Crazy!

Now it's off to dinner~

I'm going to try to eat everything.

Blogger got rid of the ads

I guess a.) they were tired of people like me and Matt getting rid of them ourselves through unconventional means, b.) they we're growing tired of the complaints that their Adsense results turned out to be grossly different from the actual content of the page in many cases (such as "vote bush" links being displayed on an anti bush page), and c.)Blogger is just frickin' awesome.

Fear not of men because men must die
Mind over matter and soul before flesh

Night of extreme disregard to personal health ends in vomiting and regret

Don't they usually?

LOL.

Long story short, the package went out, and from now on I will post my parcels between 12 and 1, when I know Gene to be out on the loading dock, crying into his own pussy, his fingers pulling his pussy lips far enough apart for the tears. Fuck you, Gene. Fuck you for nothing.

Click here to read what I'm laughing at. I love Achewood character blogs.

update: looks like that post was taken down and replaced with a less offensive post. The only thing changed was the last paragraph, which coincidentally enough, I have here. This is the only place you can see this, as far as I know, folks!