OO NA NA

WAS MY MANE. OO NAA NAAAA, WAS MY NAME.

I'm at it again, breaking things with no rhyme or reason. Trying hard and sincerity arent enough for me, I need to be someone else, seems to work better. I hate the phone. I hate text (although I love print). I hate distance and the impossible.

Out with the Marshall

In with the sweet life. New place coming soon. Best news in a looong while too. Got me a HOT hunnie that I can talk to... THAT I CAN TALK TO. She even laughs at my terrible terrible jokes (or at me, which is 90% of the purpose of the joke) Just so happy right now donno it's feeling good.