So Fucking Depressing

A friend of mine once stated that all old people should be sent to the moon under the premise that it would be good for everyone. I didn't understand, so I asked further. He simply told me that it would be good for their joints and we wouldn't have to deal with them anymore. The only thing I could say at that point was how very true it was. I suppose I should have stated a very wise friend, or so I thought until he joined the Navy. Silly Dallas Jackson. It might have been better then Brians approach, which is standing outside their car window yelling until they clutch their chest and drive off crazily.

On a different note, yes I did get Mark to agree to teach me html. However, I will state here and now, that I have(edit; FK)n't peed on any piece of furniture or carpet. Except for that one time I was drunk and no one saw it. I suppose it's moments like that when I actually think I might be an acholoic. Or that people ask me what I'm doing for the weekend and state, hopefully getting drunk. Either way, I don't drink that often, but when I do, I make it count. I suppose that there is really not much else to say. My myspace page wasn't that bad. I just had paramour in it.



Oh what tangeled webs we weave when we first to decieve.