Stomach! Stop turning!

Let me begin this post by saying that I eff'n hate Myspace sometimes. I read something that I probably shouldn't have and now my mood has turned downright sour. I'm super pissed off. I'd elaborate but I don't want to cause the same immature stir with someone else that caused my own blood to boil. I hope that someday this person can grow balls and talk to me face to face about the ill of things past. You know, be like adults and stuff and put this shit to rest. Boo, I say. Lame.

Well, would you look at the time... Gots to go pick up my Discovery in Encino now.

Futures.