Ramblings of a Frantic Fanatic. Upgrade to paid account! Tuesday, November 30th, 2004. Can I Pet Your Wolverine? My life is rated R. What is your life rated? Today Was. No One Could Tell Even If I Fell. Thursday, November 25th, 2004. Yeah, I have a fucking huge headache. This is why I hate Thanksgiving. The worst part, by far, is the incredably mundane conversation. You know, the newscaster? Comme.

The sun never sets in the land of cool. We have a new house and it smells like paint. The walls are white and the floors are beige. In my room there is a bed, uncovered. And a white dresser, with five drawers. There are two windows and the floor is carpeted. Our yard is covered in straw. And none of the furtinure matches. There must be 5 different types of wood throughout the house. This paint smell is really getting to me.

Insane Rants of a Hormone Driven Teenager. Upgrade to paid account! Tuesday, September 26th, 2006. County Trl for 2-3 miles.

Ill Go On Forever only knowing that Ill see you again. Bob Dylan writes the best lyrics in music. And then, pass it on.