I kinda miss xanga... but now everyone I know is hittin up the myspace... it's very sad

so it's basically been months since I wrote on this thing. No one reads this anyway so I've decided to use this as a place to vent. I want to throw this question out there: if someone read a personal e-mail with out your permission and didn't think it was wrong how would you feel?

I hate it when people make you have no choice but to depend on them and then they use that as a weapon against you. Here's a tip: someone who truely wants to help another person expects nothing in return. A truely thankful person should make sure that the person helping them knows how much it means to you and that you would be willing to do the same in return. Once people start to expect things, they are let down. This is because no two people are the same. They don't think that same way. You won't get what you expect so if you expect nothing you'll get more than you expected.

1.YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
Wiggles Charels

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on mother's side first name, favorite candy)
Cathrine 5th Avenue

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
S-Wri

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, name of high school)
Tiger Phil-mont

5. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME: (name of dad/mom, cell phone Company you use): Micheal Verizon

7. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (daily prescription medicine, make of car) Synthroid Zion

8. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, street you grew up on):
Marie 2nd

9. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (first word you see on your left, favorite restaurant)
Mark Lonestar

10. YOUR KUNG FU NAME: (favorite mineral, favorite animal)
Sapphire Tiger

Strange... but irresistible

Thanks Jameson

Rough times suck butt... I'd rather be on a beach.

I can't seem to get this song out of my head... 

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.