Preface: That’s the title of the entry, it won’t have a message after it like most times I use it.
I feel the need to write right now. Just to pick up my old friends, and visit with them, the pen and the page. Lots have been going on here lately, and I feel the need to let alot of it out. First, women. I feel horrible for lying to Jane like I did. I told her that women were out of my life for right now. Anbd as soon as I said that, I knew shit was gonna be fucked up. I started at FOC, with Kelly coming up to me and kissing me. That rocked my world, hardcore. Something I had wanted for over two years had finally come true. But the fairy tale soon faded, after a night of hanging out with her, we have barely spoken, and it sucks. Then Amanda flared up again. After seeing Kelly and I am FOC, she now wanted to date me, and could now place the blame on me for not being able to reciprocate rather than her inability to commit. I was drunk, she was pissy, so I called her a bitch, and then it was over. It exploded all over the boards, and now it’s all over. And Amanda, Justin/whoflungpoo locked the thread. RTFT. “All because I wouldn’t go on a date with him”, those words you spoke to Ryan Provost. Bullshit. You will learn that Ryan and I are friends, and that we share everything. So, please, don’t lie to my friends. Josh, if you are reading this, die in a fire (editors note: This still holds true. Quit trying to be buddy buddy). I don’t give a shit what you think. You are misinformed, and delusional, so guess what, you have to respect in my eyes, at least until you opens yours and see the truth. Back to the story. Well, after the night with Kelly and the subsequent blow off, I went searching for someone to share those moments with. In Courtney, I found it. She was warm, inviting, soft, cuddly, and fun. I like her. She is a good person. Her hand in mine. My head on her shoulder. We fit. Better than what I found in anyone else lately. She even feels genuine. And that makes me smile. Hopefully, soon, I will get to be with her more. And share more moments with my friend. —*sigh*— In other news, I dislike Shannon and Laura (not you, my corporate whore, the other one that reads this), because, once again, they used their power of deception to strike me from the assassins game. To those two: eff ewe. To all the folks at MBS, thanks for reading, to All-en, thanks for linking, and to the rest of the readers looking at this, I love you, I miss you, I can’t wait to see you again.
“Happy Trails to you, until we meet again…”

Preface, part 2: This was when shit was going on with Amanda. It’s my site, my rules, so if you bitch, I’ll slap you. Personally. Right on the face.
There is so much more that needs to be written right now, but I am so tired of it all. I have no energy, and just as much time. At this time, I am putting an age restriction on my website. If you aren’t 18, click the X at the top right of your screen (or the red circle if you use a Mac), and leave here for good. Seriously, grow up. You want something done? Do it yourself. Don’t call your mother and then mine. If you want to sue me, call me and tell me yourself. I’m the one whose head you want on a platter, so bring your own ax.