Rants from deep within my warped cortex. The author may or may not remember to explain which is which. Saturday, June 17, 2006. Just another blip on your radar screen. I think I may be on the rise again. The voices slowly subsiding into oblivion. Night has dawned into a glorious day. No more dark depressive self. No more thoughts of deep black hell. Today is a new and wondrous thing.

You call them friends? September 30, 2013. WE, THE couple Dwayne and I HUNG OUT every Sunday night for three months,. I JUST WONT HAVE IT! In fibromyalgia,chronic pain.

Ill Take Life One Step At A Time. My love is vengeance, Thats Never Free. All I Feel Is The Wind On My Face As I Fly Through The Sky. You ever wish you could fly? Every day, expecually when im on a plane. No, I mean wish you had wings and could just fly off every once in a while to just sit somewhere beautiful and peaceful and just think, or clear your head? Yes thats what im saying. Somethings take time to realize, I guess this was one of them.

In Soviet Russia, Blog Updates You! Being a blog devoted to whatever assignments Chris completes for his Blogging On class, as well as other things he sees fit to slap on the internet. Sunday, December 10, 2006.

Saturday, January 25, 2014. Its been some time since we last spoke, this is gonna sound like a bad joke, but momma i fell in love again. I get them all from here.