So, it's been quite a long time since I wrote anything of substance on here... so, I'm gonna update.

First of all, I'm pregnant. I'm really pregnant. I'm at 27 weeks and due on November 22nd. It's a girl! (Thank god!) I never thought I would have kids, especially so young. But, I guess things just happen... and it's defenetly been for the better. Because of this kiddo, John actually got motivated to do something with his life. I am so happy and so incredibly proud of him. I don't think I could have actually gone through with marrying him if he hadn't gotten motivated to do SOMETHING sometime soon. He makes me feel so incredibly loved, doing so much for me. I couldn't have ever asked for a better husband. I love him with all my heart.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I got married. Yeah, it was planned... but not really anytime soon, just for sometime in the future. But, since benefits are better in the military when you're married we decided to speed it up. It was at the justice of the peace and it was the best Tuesday of my life. April 24, 2007.

Although, I haven't really spent more than a month with John since we got married. It really sucks and I can't wait until he's done with his training. He left for Air Force BMT on June 5th. He graduated July 19th, so we got to spend that weekend together. Even if he really couldn't go off base but one day, it was defenetly worth going to his graduation. Then he got moved to Biloxi, Mississippi for his Air Traffic Control school. Which happens to be one of the hardest tech schools in the Air Force... and he's in the top 3 in his class. :) I'm so proud. I also got to visit him this last weekend, it was sublime. I've missed him so much, but it makes it even harder leaving, and not knowing when you're going to have enough money to come back. But, I've been hardcore looking for a job, and that can help earn some more money so I can visit.

So far, I hate military life. I know I swore to myself that I would never get involved with a military man, but this is different. John is doing it for us, to make a better life for the kiddo. That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. Besides, it'll get better when we're actually together again and at least he's only in Mississippi. He should be graduating tech school November 14th. So not that much longer... At least I can talk to him on the phone and go visit. I still miss him like crazy though. Besides, if everything goes okay, he should be back before the kiddo is born, that's a major plus.

Anyway, that's my update for now. I'll try to actually remember about this journal every once in a while. :)

I just figured that I would say... that i am still alive, just so you know. Although, I don't think I have a reason not to be. :D

I might post more later, eek!

Well, I know we have a lot of history... but it's been 3 years and you still haven't stopped treating me like shit.

People said I was fucking crazy to have taken you back after you got arrested for assaulting me... people said I was fucking crazy to have not pressed charges, even after the cops took all those damn pictures of all my bruises, even after the cops made me get a restraining order. But I fucking loved you, and I still fucking do. Damn, love is a fucked up thing.

Your part of the reason that I moved to Utah... but my retarded ass came back because I missed you and you said you missed me too... and I fucking beleived it.

You get pissed at me a month later... because I asked for your respect. So we stop talking again.

I did good that time, I didn't talk to you for almost 3 months... then somehow you charmed your way back into my life... it was my fault... I contacted you... i was weak after that car accident that almost claimed my life... and I didn't want to go on not being friends with the one person whom I loved with every bit of me.

So we start dating AGAIN. I move in with you AGAIN. I admit, I had nowhere else to go... and you did do me a huge favor by letting me stay with you. But should that mean that I have to kiss your ass every second of every day?
I clean your apartment (who knew that 2 boys could be so fucking messy), I buy your groceries (who knew 2 boys could eat so fucking much), I buy you gas (who knew 2 boys could drive so much), I buy you anything that you need (ten dollars for fucking HAIRSPRAY???? come on! I don't even spend that much on hairspray...), and after all that I still give you $100 in rent AND pay part of the utilities.
I still wouldn't mind that... the thing that's killing me is the fucking abuse. It's not right. I can't keep letting you belittle me, threaten to hit me, treat me like shit.

I don't even know why your mad this time... all because we haven't had sex in about five days? I'VE BEEN ON MY FUCKING PERIOD. duh.
You say the sex that we do have was boring? duh. Your fat, your kisses suck, you don't beleive in fourplay, you smell gross most of the time, you ignore me, you try to hook up with chicks off the internet RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME... Would you really be turned on either? Fuck, I haven't had a good orgasm in years.

So, that's why your mad? You hit me, you yelled at me, you harrassed me, and you threw me out of the apartment while you left... all because of that?

News flash dumbass!!!!
First off, your bedroom window was unlocked... so now I can get my shit and leave your ass... for good.
Secondly, you will never ever get laid. Considering no one has even shown any interest in you since we were in high school.
Last, you just lost the hottest, kindest, funniest, caring, giving girlfriend that you will ever have. Oh did I mention hottest? Yeah that's right... I've seen the girls that were interested in you... haha.


Your muse,

Crystal





P.S. You know that deodorant that you've been using? Yeah, that one. Dustin's dad rubbed it all over his nuts. Oh, and I mean allllllllllllll over his big hairy nuts.
haha fuckface.

P.S.S. I still have your subs... Oh damn, I guess that I might be able to get something useful out of this lame ass realationship anyway.

So, I've been super excited about coming back to Utah... and I am still sooooooooooo fucking infatuated with someone up there... and have been for a long time. We still talk and he still flatters me always... but I've come to realize that it's just a facade. All his kind words, telling me that I'm beautiful and how i'm so perfect and that he misses me and all that bullshit.

Just a fucking facade.

It's a fucking ploy, he tells it to all the other girls too. Just to get play. What a fucking jerk...





how could I have been so disillusioned?

I miss my supra. :(

and I haven't had a fucking ciggarette in 4 days....!!!
yay for quitting.

So, I know this woln't personally help any of you guys on my friends list... but this information is crucial to anyone with dreadlocks.

So, I got my first case of lice, and I'm pretty sure I got it at Mary's. arg! Well, this normally wouldn't bother me... but I now have dreads and you are supposed to be able to comb your hair out to get rid of all the fucking lice. lame. So, I have been freaking out... because everyone is saying I have to chop of my dreads... fuck that. These guys have been a bitch to maintain and they are finally getting more mature and rooted down. That and I have only had them about 4 months...
So I hardcore searched on the internet and found a various assortment of remedies and I wrote them all down, determined to get these fucking lice out of my hair!
First I used dandruff shampoo... and pft. that shit didn't work at all. So, I used mayo... yup mayo. I gooped it all in my hair... no place left untouched. Then I put a shower cap over it and went to sleep. It was a pain in the ass and it itched like crazy and it dripped down my face. All in all, it was really quite disgusting... But when I woke up in the morning, I took off the cap and there were a couple of dead lice... so I was hopeful. Well I went to the shower and rinsed it out. Out came tons of disgusting little lice. So it was well worth it. As a safe precaution I also used lice shampoo later on in the day... (without combing it through... duh) but I saw no more lice.
About a week from now, I plan on doing the lice shampoo again, just to make sure all those fuckers are dead!
But yay! for not having to cut my dreads.

Listed below are some other remedies if you have dreads and none of those other solutions seemed to help
~Tea tree oil-- put a couple drops in your shampoo and wash hair daily
~flea shampoo-- shampoo your hair with it daily
~neem oil-- this is a botanical pesticide... run it all through hair then rinse and wash after dried
~warm vinegar-- put all through your hair then rinse and wash after dried
~rubbing alcohol-- put all through your hair then rinse and wash after dried
~nail polish remover-- put all through your hair then rinse and wash after dried
~odorless kerosene-- put all through your hair then rinse and wash after dried
personally, i don't think it would be a good idea to try the flammable substances

Now, you got the lice out right? Here are some lice preventatives
~Any hair product(gel, hairspray, mousse)-- use daily
~listerine-- Put in a spray bottle and mist over hair, let dry. Use daily

Also, be sure to wash your sheets, pillows, and anything else your head might have been in contact with.

!!!
Hope this helps someone. :)

So, John and I have been arguing lately... because I don;t put out enough... and it's true... I don't.
But if someone belittled you all the time and treated you like shit... would you put out??? I didn't think so.
So apparently its over... he broke up with me. Then proceded to get on my computer and look for casual encounters on this adult website. ewwwwwww!!!
But, what he doesn't know is that it's been over for a long time. I know i still love him and everything... but the way that he treats me, the abuse... it's getting old.
I can confidently say that he is never going to find someone as good as me... no other girl is going to be crazy enough to put up with his shit.
I should have known better, I've been putting up with this for 3 fucking years. I feel so fucking retarded sometimes. Seeing people happy and thinking that I don't deserve that. Because I fucking do. I deserve happiness, I deserve not to be pushed around, I deserve not to be hit, I deserve someone so much fucking better.

So, I suppose I was right all that time ago... saying I'm gonna be leaving austin with tears in my eyes. I will... but at least I know that I will be stronger now, now that i am finally leaving him. Finally giving myself a chance to find happiness.

what I want in a partner

<sup>honest
mature
trusting and trustworthy
independent
romantic
spontanious
funny
not afraid to speak their mind
open-minded
loves kids and animals
no major addictions
{{{includes alcohol and pot}}}
smart
doesn't hold back on emotions
someone that can respect my independence
someone that can stand up for me
~~even to their parents~~
someone that is on the same level as me
someone that lives forewards--not backwards
someone that can deal with my outspokeness
someone that understands you have to be a friend before you can be a lover
someone that respects my friends
someone that respects my space
someone that isn't jealous
someone that has their own friends
someone that needs their own space
someone that will listen
and actually remember what I say
someone that loves music as much as I do
someone that isn't afraid to try new things
someone that can appriciate all forms of art
someone that has an imagination
someone who has goals and ambition
someone that woln't get pissed when I am honest with them
no drama
no obsessing
no needy bitches
someone who is respectful
someone that likes to travel
someone that can get me off
someone that woln't use me
someone that woln't hit me
someone that would rather talk things over calmly rather that argue
someone that woln't try to change me



Is this too fucking much to ask for?</sup>

I'm so glad to be alive!

I've been so depressed lately... all because of my fucking wreck... I feel like such a fucking failure. I was actually getting my shit together and a split second in time took that all away from me.

A car may not seem like much, and I am grateful to still have my life... but damn, it has been so long since I have had a RUNNING car to fully call my own. I didn't have to depend on a man to help me. It was my fucking freedom, my way to make money, my way to get to Utah... all gone in a split second.

I don't know what the fuck I am going to do now... I have a warrant in Wilco... 2 pending no insurance tickets in Travis county... and no fucking job and no fucking car and no fucking place to permanatly call my own... oh yeah, and a broken fucking leg.

I feel as if my life is just spiraling downwards and I can't seem to stop it. I hate being depressed... but where the fuck is my life going.? I'm gonna have to do some month long jail time and my licence is going to get suspended and I'll still fucking be in Texas...

On top of all that, I just realized that one of the people that matters most to me isn't as good as a friend as I thought that he was. It hurts. really fucking bad.
What else am I supposed to think... considering that we used to talk almost everyday and it just stopped. I tried to call him and tell him that I needed him when I was at the hospital... and he never returned my call... that was almost a week ago.
I would have fucking done anything for that boy... ANYTHING. It sucks to know that you love you give away isn't returned.

My life is spiralling downwards out of control and I don't know how to stop it and I don't know what to do to make it better.

I keep telling myself that I am a good driver. But now its hard to believe that. I just fucking totaled my sexy car... that I just got. 5 fucking days. 5 days. Who the fuck does that?

I almost killed me and Sean. We could have seriously died. It was so fucking scary. I've never been in a serious car accident.

I was going too fast on wet roads.. and I don't know what happened... we had to have hit something really slippery. Then I just spun out of control. I couldn't get ahold of the car. I'm a good driver, and I couldn't fucking do it. So we were spinning wildly out of control and then we hit a power line pole. It was on the passenger side front... really close to Sean. I remember the impact... but then I don't know what happened, I think I passed out. I remember Sean screaming, then looking up and seeing the power line sparking. I was trying to get Sean out of the car and he couldn't even understand me. He was yelling at me that he had to get his glasses. I was trying to pull him out... but I couldn't get off his seatbelt. So I ran to the passenger side and I couln't open the door... so I took off his seatbelt and went to my side again. I had to pull him through my side. The powerline was really on fire by that time. I got him out and then the powerline fell about a foot away from us.

I really thought that we were going to die.

I called my dad who lived right down the road, and he drove up there... All I remember was him yelling at me to get in his car, because the cops were coming and I didn't have insurance. I got in the car and my dad drove me to Seans house... Then Seans mom took us to the hospital.

During the car ride to the hospital I finally realized what was happening, I think I must have been in shock as well.

At the hospital I got tons of x-rays and they told me I broke my leg... and I realized how much it fucking hurt... So I got a cast from upper thigh all the way down to my foot. But thankfully that was the only major injury. I have huge gashes from where my seatbelt was.

Sean hit his side really bad and his jaw is all swolen from when he hit the window and broke it.

I hate having to live with the fact that I hurt him... Thats the last thing I ever wanted to do.

But at least we are alive. I suppose that's all that matters.

and I thought that I was a good driver.

My friend Ashley recently mentioned that myspace is crack... and that it takes up way too much of her time.

I have realized that too... but I have been way too addicted to even think about giving up the power to stay in touch with so many people.
Ashley has become my hero, for simply being able to say NO to myspace.

I have been thinking how awesome it would be to break this damn addiction that I have to myspace... It disgusts me how everytime I am even close to a computer, I think "hey I should check my myspace". Or everytime I am hanging out with people and someone is taking pictures... then I hear "that is sooooooooo going on myspace!!!"

FUCK THAT. I don't need this shit.

It is rather nice to have met all of you cool people on here... because each and every one of you on my friends list I find awesome in some way... I wish I could hang out with all of you. As a matter of fact, we should hang out... more than in a virtual way. That's lame.
Fucking call me... 512-577-0193.

I will still keep my myspace account, but I am going to try my hardest to not check it every fucking second. Maybe once every 3-4 days.
So feel free to still write and all that... But if you actually wanna be a true friend.. then call. Especially all my homies in Salt Lake.. I don't hear from ya'll enough... and I miss you kids. I am coming back ya know.

As for all the homies that I used to talk to all the time.. and just kinda stopped. (Bill, Rob, Adam, Braxton, Sara, ect.) I miss you guys... Feel free to call or write as well. I miss you guys.



and If you have no desire to even talk to me... then delete me... I don't understand why you even want to be on my friends list.



The End.
Crystal



P.S. Ashley... you are my hero.

P.P.S. Nathan.. I know that myspace is like your cell phone... but damn... call me if there are any parties... you know my damn number.

ORGASM!

Japanese Gum
by
Her Space Holiday

I used to know this girl
Who gave her love away
To every guy she met
And with all the games they played
She never seemed to cry
She never got upset
And one by one they came
And one by one they left
I thought that I could fix her
If she would let me in
But all of my advances
Were shut down in the end
When days turned into months
I begged her to explain
And this is what she sang

It's not like I'm a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me
Until there's nothing left to hold
Until there's nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can't save me from myself

I used to know this boy
Who took notes in a book
But he ripped out all the pages
Before I got a look
At all the words he scribbled
At all the lines he filled
But the ink stains on his fingers
Told me he was skilled
At capturing a feeling
That most of us just miss
The simple pain of living
With goodbyes on our lips
I found one of the pages
Crumpled by her bed
And this is how it read

It's not like I am weak
Or that I don't know how to leave
It's just that every time you cheat
You bring me closer to defeat

Until there's nothing left to love
Until there's nothing left to say
I know that you need help
But even I can't save you from yourself

I can;t take it anymore
I am so tired
so fucking tired
tired of doing everything for everyone
tired of trying to please everyone
tired of being here
tired of not doing what I want to do

When am I going to get my fucking turn?
When am I ever going to do something for myself
for once
I want me time
and thats going to happen
right

NOW

I am going to do what I want to do
fuck what everyone else wants
I have been doing things for them too damn long
and I have had enough

I am going to start actually saving my god damn money
and leave
just fucking leave

fuck Texas
fuck everyone I know

fuck everything!

This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looked so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
WHEN SHE SMILES!...
How many days in a year?
She woke up with hope but she only found tears!
And I can be so insincere,
Making her promises never for real!
As long as she stands there waiting,
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes!
How many days disapear?
When you look in the mirror so how do you choose?
Your clothes never wear as well the next day!
And your hair never falls in quite the same way!
But you never seem to run out of things to say!...
THIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL,
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD!
AND WHILE SHE LOOKED SO SAD IN PHOTOGRAPHS,
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER,
WHEN SHE SMILES!...
How many lovers stay?
Just to put of with this shit day after day!
How did we wind up this way?
Watching our mouths for the words that we say.
As long as we stand here waiting,
Wearing the clothes of the souls that we choose!
How do we get there today?
When we're walking to far for the price of our shoes!
Your clothes never wear as well the next day!
And your hair never falls in quite the same way!
But you never seem to run out of things to say!...
THIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL,
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD!
AND WHILE SHE LOOKED SO SAD IN PHOTOGRAPHS,
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER,
WHEN SHE SMILES!...
This is the story of a - girl!
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looks so sad and lonely there,
I absolutely love her,
WHEN SHE SMILES!...
This is the story of a girl!
Her pretty face she hid from the world!
And while she looks so sad and lonely there,
I absolutely love her,
WHEN SHE SMILES!
When she smiles!

I love www.urbandictionary.com

emo:

An entire subculture of people (usually angsty teens) with a fake personality. The concept of Emo is actually a vicious cycle that never ends, to the utter failing of humanity, and it goes something like this:

1. Girls say they like "sensitive guys" (lie)
2. Guy finds out, so he listens to faggy emo music and dresses like a dork so chicks will see that he is sensitive and not afraid to express himself (lie). He dyes his hair black, wraps himself in a stupid looking scarf, develops an eating disorder, and rants about how "nobody understands".
3. Now an emo guy, he meets Emo chick and they start dating, talking about how their well-off suburban lifestyles are terrible and depressing (lie)
4. Emo guy is just too much of a pussy. His penis is too small, he's too depressed to bathe, and has more mood swings than emo chick, and he doesn't even have a menstrual cycle. Emo chick dumps him, saying "It's not you, it's me." (lie) as she drives off with Wayne, the school jock and captain of the football team.
5. Emo guy goes home and cries, proceeds to write a weak song and strum a single string on his acoustic guitar. Another emo chick sees how he is so in touch with his feelings, and the cycle continues.

This is the sad truth of the emo lifestyle/music, and now that I look at how pathetic it really is, maybe the emos DO have something to cry about!

Scene

The new thing for 15-20 y/o kids on myspace.
Scene Clothes:
Tight Band T-shirts
Obscure "Vintage" T-Shirts
Tight Girl Pants (on guys)
Super Straight Leg Pants (on girls)
Van Slip-Ons (2+ pairs)
Converse
White Studded belts
Fingerless Gloves
Bandanas on: wrist, head, in pocket, around neck etc.
Scene Hair:
MUST be 2+ colors and dyed in random sections. Red, Blonde, Black. (Neon Colors acceptable too.)
Choppy, and looks as if it was cut at home.
Almost mullet-like, with bangs.
Scene Accessories:
Lip ring(s).
Many "sexx" braclets.
Headbands and bows. (for girls)
(2-3)Obsure band pins on sweater or on jeans near crotch.
Eyeliner and over-the-top eye makeup (must be MAC or clinique)(on boys and girls)
Stretched ears.
Septum Piercing. (on girls only)
Abnormally large sunglasses.
TONS of rings.
Fake pearl/bead necklaces.
Scene Personality:
Goes to MANY shows, almost every day. 2+ on weekends.
Listens to "hardxcore" music.
Usually only goes to shows to "hardxcore" dance and talk shit about non-scene kids, or about the band.
HATES anyone not "scene"
Has a strange, almost leet-ish vocabulary. (AKA: LYEK OMFG I WENT TO THIS SHOW &&OMFG NI99A IT WAS HELLA TIGHTT.) Says && instead of "and", Says "nigga" and "ghey" but swears it not to be rasict or homophobic. Says "hella" ALOT and uses tons of contractions and acronyms. "OMFG". Adds another letter to random words. "radd" Says "gangster things" Says "cunt" ALOT.
Must be vegitarian or vegan.
Boys usuallypretend to be bi-sexual but won't do anything more then kiss another boy.
LOVES "robotzz" and "dinasawrz"
Must be "sxe", but still drinks and smokes ciggarettes.
MUST have myspace and have tons of friends and comments. Posts bullitons ALOT and whores other scene kids.addictheartxx: SUP NIG
addictheartxx: You goin to tha bloodbrothers show tonite?
SceneSchelle: OMFG you know i am nigga. UR so radd. (:
addictheartxx: &&i love you so much kos ur so scene!
SceneSchelle: So then give me scene points cunt! D:
by chris__xcore California Sep 17, 2005
14. scene link send redefine 43 up, 12 down

Another word for 'emo' or 'trendy'. What's 'in'.

Scene Kids usually have choppy black hair and wear eyeliner. The guys wear tight band shirts. More points if it's a band no one has heard of. They wear studded belts and chuck taylor or vans. Plastic bracelets and big white-rimmed glasses that take up half their face. Tight girl pants. Pearls and bows, hair bands and things that little kids would wear. Their screen names usually contain 'x's. The more x's you have, the more 'scene' you are. AIM profiles usually have their myspace links in it, and are laced up with lyrics. More points if its 'emo'. Stars, hearts, and checkers are all 'scene'. Being straight edge is scene' Talking about how much you love a certain band, but you've only heard like 2 songs is 'scene.'

Neon colors, guns that go bang bang, vintage clothes, thrift stores, eyeliner like woah, polka dots, collared shirts, tight pants, black hoodies, gauged ears, lip rings, piercing your own body, studded jackets, etc. All scene.

camwhore

Someone, usually female, and often of the scene, emo, or goth "subculture" who enjoys taking countless pictures of their heavily made-up selves and posting them online. Camwhores usually post their pictures on myspace, less often on livejournal and xanga, and sometimes even on our very own Urban Dictionary, out of a desire for attention and to show off their low-cut t-shirts and pale, underdeveloped boobies under poor lighting.

There are four types of pictures that the camwhore takes of herself:

1. The "Emo" picture-Common on livejournal and Urban Dictionary images for emo. Showing 3/4 of the face, camera held high, and looking down. Sullen expression a must. Usually taken in black and white.

2. The "Oops, I did it again"-Often used by scene girls on their myspace, the "Oops I did it again" is an attempt to seem coy or playful. Taken from the front, hand over mouth, eyes pointed up and to the side.

3. The "tuff" pic-Favored by ugly hardcore girls on their myspace profile. Another 3/4 view, this one is taken at eye level. Beady eyes and an angry expression shows just how xxHARDxCORExx the "tuff" girl is.

4. The "Happy Little Fairy"-Another common Livejournal pic, this one is favored by underage cutesy girls. Taken with the photographer lying on her back, camera pointed down at her face, wearing a dreamy, shit-eating gaze.




aight.... I'm done...... for now at least

I guess I should start from the beginning...

I am fed up with men.
DONE
I am tired of John fucking around with my emotions
I just want things to be OVER between us
but I still want his friendship
but he can't handle that apparently
and he has been a real dick to me
and it hurts
so much

My laptop crashed
and i didn't know what to do
well I find this guys e-mail
and I e-mail him
I knew what I was getting myself into

this is the guy that I cheated on John with
that was the worst mistake of my life
hurting John so much
and he was the only person I have ever truly loved

So I get in touch with this guy
his name is Steve
and we start hanging out
and I still have feelings for him
i don't know how deep they are
but I do have some feelings

He tells me that he loves me
and that I am all he ever thinks about
even though I haven't taked to him in months
he wants me
he wants me bad
and I don't know what to think
I am considering giving it a shot
and staying in Austin a little while longer
to see how it goes
and he is better now that he has his shit straightened out

but fuck
I lost the only person that ever mattered to me
because of my actions with him

I spoke to John today
and he hung up on me
when he found out who I was hanging out with
that's probably the last time I will ever talk to him
and that sucks
but with the way that John has been treating me
maybe I am better off

I am still confused what to do about Steve
he is really trying to be a better person
and I do like him
but
giving it a shot
means I would stay in Texas
longer than expected

WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO?????????

How much would you kids hate me if I stayed in Texas longer than planned? I'm talking months longer than planned.....

Shit came up... and i don't know what to do



lover all you

Calling ex's are a BAD idea.
Well somewhat ex's.
He said he loved me.
and that is never good news.



and I'm NOT talking about that peice of shit John kid either.



pft.

Fuck love.