This thing is useless.
Pointless.

Im angry and depressed.

That of which I was, am not.
Of which I imagined the future, is not.

I'm alone and it kills me.

And yet I write on here to let it out, knowing full well that noone reads it.
And yet I write cryptic, for fear that someone does?

Went camping down at Andrew Molera State Park this past weekend with the boys....9 guys in a 5 man tent. 

Resulting damage - I got a busted lip, Kerwin a black eye, and Cranford was dominated, hehehe.  I think all of us are coming down with a cold now as well.

All in all, it was pretty awesome though.  Had to use Swineford's crotch as a pillow, bit awkward but it got the job done.

Zeb

lazim daram yek teer bekhoram!.....shookhee mekonam

valee khoshhal neestam choon shoma inja neested!

Zeb

I will rest in peace,
With peace of mind,
Knowing that you got yours,
But I got mine.

I miss my old life, or at least the way things were.  So simple, so easy, and yet I was so naive to anticipate the future.  Now what have I, nothing.

Zeb