Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm good at writing.
Tender is the night for a broken heart, who will dry your eyes when it falls apart?
The thought "Oh no, not this guy again," given human form.
I'm just a guy determined to have fun and make the most of my life.
I cook my chicken skin side down to make sure I only judge it by the content of its character.
I swear every time I blink this site has fifteen new features. Six months isn't /that/ long a time to blink, is it?
[center]I have no idea what I'm doing.[/center]