I don't even think that what's-'er-face is even still on here, but yeah.
I will not-so-anonymously admit:
I am still madly in love with one of my exes, which makes it damn near impossible to move on.
I drink way too much, and it's seriously ****ing up my relationships with friends and family.
I have a Carlito Caribbean Cool action figure on my bed, and a Chris Jericho one, which I make fight...all the ****ing time.
I'm gay, but my love for Chris Jericho could (almost) turn me straight.
I'm drunk right now.
Most times you see that I'm posting, I am drunk.
I'm saving money right now to train for professional wrestling training. In spite of this, I have taught myself many necessary maneuvers so that I'll be ahead of the curve.
I'm ***gy for Elvis Costello.
I wish that I was more straight.
My favorite line from any song is, "She said that she was working for the ABC News: It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use." Yes, Elvis Costello. So sue me.
I have never lost a vocal rap battle, but I prepare a retarded amount.
I don't think I'm good at anything. My success in various fields just makes me angry, because it's fallen short of my lofty expectations.
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