Thursday, December 30, 2004

Selene The Ball Python!

This is Selene after her vet visit. I don't have any before photos to show you just how bad she really looked in her bad shed and her blistered belly. Posted by Hello

She may be a Pastel Ball Python!

Doesn't she have pretty colors? Posted by Hello

Poor Selene! That has to hurt!

her tail is a little hidden but still her belly is so raw. Poor Selene. She hates getting her medicine.  Posted by Hello

Selene's Raw Pink Belly

Selene's underside is all pink after the vet removed the blisters. This should be a milky white Posted by Hello

Wednesday, December 29, 2004


I never thought I would own a snake. I purchased a ball python for my girlfriend's brother for his 17th birthday combined with Christmas. (I dropped like $200 total for everything...snake, cage, accessories etc) I was pretty upset when the snake had major burns on it's underside from it laying on the heating pad that was attached to the underside of the tank. Apparently a snake, if it is cold enough, will not move from a heating element even if it is being burned. That meant the cage temp was not warm enough since the snake even moved the substrate (the bedding consisting of cypress bark) to lay directly on the glass above the heating pad.

Now the thing that disappointed me was the fact that the boy was more worried about getting some new Cichlids (a fish) for his fishtank than finding out what was wrong with his snake. So just the day before yesterday when I took the snake out to see what was wrong with it (I had been doing some research online to learn about health problems in ball pythons)I was pretty horrified to see that it was in such a bad state. The snake smelled horrible, like rotting flesh. It was in the middle of a very poor shed and the whole underbelly was brown, crusty, and it looked as if the stomach was rotting away. I felt horrible for the snake. Any animal in captivity can only rely on what kind of care its human gives to it.

I called a vet right then to make an appointment for it, also to see if it was even feasible to spend the money on it if it wouldn't survive. Made an appointment fro yesterday at 9:20am... ugh early days on my winter break... When at the appointment I found that indeed they were blisters from it laying on the bare glass and in it's own urine. I had to leave it there to be soaked and examined thoroughly. I didn't think she (Selene the snake)was going to make it.

When I came back I had a different snake (yes, she is mine now because I told "Allen" that since he didn't take care of the snake and was about to let it just die then if I nursed it back to health it was MINE). She looked great. They had taken off most of the remaining shed, and they took all the blistered skin off. Her whole underside is raw and pink...even bleeding in a spot slightly, but she was BETTER! And she is going to LIVE!!! I have to give her antibiotics twice a day and wipe an ointment on her belly a few times a day as well.

I cleaned out her pen before I went to get her. I put old t-shirts in there. I want her to be comfortable with that belly of hers being so raw and all. No more bark for substrate anymore. I am going to look for some indoor outdoor carpet for her when she is healed up. That way it I can have one piece clean to put in when the other gets dirty and wash the one I take out. I can do that once a week or so.

So... like Allen said yesterday (as I was treating the snake)"I bet you never thought you would be doing this to a snake did you?" I just stopped and said.. "Nope... Never did I ever imagine myself giving a snake medicine and caring for one like this." It was kind of a surreal moment. She is so sweet tho. Not an angry bone in her. She is still docile. I am not doing anything to antagonize her. I do have to hold her head as I rub the ointment on her body and give her the meds, but when I let her go she just slithers around like nothing happened. I am so happy.

I will post some photos here soon to show how her belly looks. She really is a beautiful snake!

Saturday, December 25, 2004

This Day

It seems that every year since I have been working for the casino (the past 4 years) I have not been able to celebrate Christmas on Christmas day. When you sign on to work there you are told to forget about holidays off or even holiday pay. You are just supposed to suck it up and keep on going. Well, I am a massage therapist, I work in a spa. Wouldn't you think that we should be closed on days such as today? Nope. We are open from 9am til 6pm both days. I have to work today. I have an appointment at 2:30 and 3:30... Who is getting a damn massage today anyway??!!

I will be so glad when I finish my degree in computer science (even though I have 4 years to go) so I can get out of the filthy massage business... Well massage isn't filthy... just some of the damn people that come up from the casino to get a massage sometimes aren't the cleanest people in the world. I have to deal with people who have been drinking all day long and tell them they can't get a massage because they are intoxicated.

Best example of this happened a few months ago. I was at lunch in the Employee Dining Room (EDR) and the spa attendant (Courtney) called me and told me that my next client marked on his intake form that he had been drinking. She told me she asked him how much he had to drink in the past 4 hours and he said "4 hours... Hell more like 4 minutes... hahaha." and bragged about how he had been on a roll downstairs and drinking all day. She told him that he may not be able to receive his massage, but that was up to the disgression of his therapist... namely me.

When I got up there he was already in his robe and I met him at the men's entrance. I said "I have one question for you. How much have you had to drink in the past 4 hours?" He said only one drink... Then I asked how long ago that was and he looked at his non-existent watch on his wrist and said "Oh, over an hour ago."

I realized that he was trying to lie about his drinking. So I said "Sir, the attendant told me you had just had a drink before coming down here for your appointment." So he looks down at the floor and says "well, I finished one before I came down here."

I said that I wouldn't be able to give him a massage. He started going off that he had never had a problem getting a massage, and that he was not aware that you could not drink before getting a massage. I told him all about what could happen to him because massage (as well as alcohol) thins your blood, dehydrates you, and increases your circulation so even tho he might like the fact that massage increases the effects of alcohol on his brain it was still a contraindication to give him a massage if he has been drinking.

He kept saying... "Look at me... I am fine..." I told him "Sir, I am sorry, but I can't give you a massage if you are intoxicated." He leaned back as if I had offended him and said "I'm not intoxicated! Do I look intoxicated?" All I did was give a half sorry smile and shake my head yes. He gruffed and said "Why?" I said, "Firstly you have a very heavy odor of alcohol on your breath..." I didn't even get to finish and he said "Well Duh!" I didn't bother to go on about how his face was beat red, he was loud and boisterous (a little belligerent) and how he was slurring his words when speaking. I just said again "I am sorry sir, I am not going to be able to give you a massage today."

He proceeded to be loud and walked out to the reception desk in his robe and complain that he has never been told that he couldn't get a massage because he had been drinking. We tried to reschedule with him, but he said all the times we had available the next day he would be drunk probably, so he didn't reschedule.

He finally went back and got dressed. I hate dealing with that stuff. However, this guy decided that he really liked our spa and came back a few weeks later... had me for a therapist... and was stone sober. (I could tell from the pallor on his face and his subdued, quiet demeanor that he hadn't been drinking). He turned out to be a regular client of mine. He is a really good guy.. been through a lot ... loves his wife and dogs... etc.

Enough about that... Remind me one day to post on here about all the jerks that think they are getting something extra from me other than a professional massage! Now THAT is some crazy shit!

Take care and I hope your holidays are bright and gay... hehehe.


Friday, December 24, 2004


Yes, yet another year has rolled around on me. I was not worried about turning 30. I couldn't not wait actually. I wanted all the maturity that the ripe old age of 30-something allows. Now, on the 7th of January, that 30 will turn into a 31. I guess it is just a signal that .. yes True, you are getting older. I don't know if it really makes much of a difference. The only thing that I don't particularly care for is that my mom is getting older as well. I don't care how old I am, I only wish that my mother could remain timeless so I never have to worry about her getting older. I don't mind her getting older actually, it is only the fact that I don't know what I would ever do without her. My mother is my best friend, my heart, and sometimes my grounding. What would I do if she were no longer around for me to give her advice on her website, or her business of breeding chihuahuas? I have to stop. Speculating is making me very sad, and her not being around is something I, like I said earlier, never want to think of happening.

This is Tyler True. She is part beagle and catahoula. Only one of her eyes is that white/baby blue color, and no.. she is not blind in it.  Posted by Hello

Another pose for little Shelby. She is pretty tiny. Hard to tell here. Posted by Hello

Shelby Lynn True, the latest addition to my family. She is a semi-long hair lavender fawn chihuahua. Posted by Hello

Thursday, December 23, 2004


Went home to Wisconsin on the 12th through the 20th. It was a nice little repreave for a week. I didn't have to do much of anything. My mom likes to take care of mewhen I get home.. I cooked a few meals and cleaned for her tho, so it wasn't like I did NOTHING while I was there.
I got a new little chihuahua puppy for x-mas from a breeder friend of my mom. She is the most prescious thing! She has a great temperment and personality. She was quite content to be in her little Sherpa Bag on the flights home to Louisiana. Her name is Shelby Lynn True!
My dad decided to spend some time with me while I was home. We kind of did the Father Daughter stuff. He showed me wherer he works, took me out for drinks, and took me out to dinner! Great stuff! Had Walleye (don't know how to spell that one)
I am on call again today. I don't feel much like writing so I will end this here. Have a great holiday to everyone who reads this!!!!

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Crazy Ass

Those are the first words that just came to my mind. I signed in to write a new blog and "ring ring" my damn cell phone goes off, and it is work! I was like.. well... hmmm it can't be my work.. I bet it is Crazy Ass Brooke calling me for the hell of it. Guess what... It was Crazy Ass Brooke. She tried in a very horribly unconvincing way to disguise her voice as one of the receptionists I work with to tell me "uuuuhhhmmm this is Roz from the Spa, and you have a 7:30 appointment for a 25 min massage.. uuuummmmmm" (giggle giggle). I said Yeah Right.. and laughed at her. How the hell did she think I wouldn't recognize her voice?... LOL Like I said... Crazy Ass Brooke! She was funny tho!

Other than that fiasco that just happened, I have been feeling a little better today. I took my English final today! I am hoping for at least a B on it so I can maintain an A in the class. I have my history exam tomorrow at 10:30. Then I have my math exam on Friday. I will be off to Wisconsin on Sunday!

When I return I will have a new little chihuahua. A little sister for my 6yr old, beagle/catahoula mix, Tyler. I don't know how she will feel about it, but she will get use to her.

Things between "Lynn" and I are going very nicely. Actually her mom said to me last night when I was making them dinner (I wanted to do something nice before I left) that she was really glad I was back. She was sweet. She told me that the night that I broke up with "Lynn" she came to her and asked her if she was really being that snappy with me, she didn't think she was. Her mom told her that if she were me she would have left a long time ago. She told her that I had put up with so much. I guess "Lynn" really didn't see any of it. It had to hit her in the face like a ton of bricks. Her mom again said that she was glad that I was back. I told her that I never wanted to leave in the first place, but I couldn't take it any longer. It was just a really tough time. I am thankful that I am back with her. Like I said, things have been really good since we got back together. I love that damn woman!

Headache... Headache... Headache!!!! Ugh.. This damn pounding needs to get out of my head. I have enough stress. I don't need a headache to remind me of that fact! :-/

That is all for now. If I don't post before I go to Wisconsin, have a great couple of weeks everyone (if anyone ever really reads this thing even)


Tuesday, December 07, 2004


So, final exams have arrived. This week I have 4 exams. Yesterday I had my dreaded psychology exam; tomorrow I have my dreaded English exam; Thursday I have my dreaded history exam; finally, I have my...Yes...dreaded math exam. Fortunately I have already gotten my psychology out of the way. I got a 90% on it !!! Woooo HOOOOOoo. So my grade in that class is an A!

I am going on day 6 of this nasty chest cold. If I am not coughing something up, then I am coughing nothing up, only dryness. Sometime in the middle of the night my whole throat and chest becomes amazingly dry. At this point at least I am no longer coughing.

Yet another change of subject... Early this morning at about 5:45am, I heard three quick pops. Then after a brief pause there were about 6 to 8 more steady pops. Now.. I was staying at my girlfriend's house, which is not in too good of a neighborhood, and so this wasn't the first time I had heard gunshots around that area. I immediately called 911 and reported the shooting.

I told the operator what I had heard and that it had startled me awake. So then she asks me if I saw if anyone was hurt, or if I saw what happened. I then repeated that it had startled me awake and I wasn't about to stick my head out the door to find out what had happened. We both giggled, and coughed at about the same time. "Everyone seems to have the crud these days" she said. (odd conversation to have in the middle of reporting multiple shots fired) So she finished by taking my name and told me that they would be sending a cruiser by. I felt better after that, but about 45 min to an hour later I heard the dog in the backyard (Milo) barking like crazy. At the same time my girlfriend's mother's little chihuahua was barking her little heart out as well. THIS kind of freaked me out. Needless to say I did not get hardly any sleep after my girlfriend left that morning for work about 4:30 or so.

Tiredness is setting in. By the way I got an A- on my research essay for English "Gay Marriage: An Uphill Struggle" I am going to post it here on this site. Hope you enjoy!

Have a great day, and hopefully next time I post I will be back from visiting my family in Wisconsin and have brought back a new little chihuahua baby.

Happy Holidays!!!

Saturday, December 04, 2004

The Sickness Sets In

This is the third day I have not been able to work. My chest is so tight. I have a horrible cough. I couldn't work on a client even if I wanted to. No one wants their massage therapist to be coughing through the whole massage! UGH!

Anwyay I am too tired to say anything else. I have to go to the computer lab on campus to study for my psychology final on monday... Double UGH! Bye!

Thursday, December 02, 2004


What can I say today other than I have the first cold I have had in the past 6 months. The last time I was sick I had strep... Yuck. Now I ahve a cold 10 days before I have to get on a plane and fly back home to Wisconsin. I hope that it will be done with by the time I have to leave.

This is the last week of school. Next week is finals. Am I ready? Somewhat. I have to study really hard for my psychology, and my history. I need to go through my math past homeworks and assignments to refresh my memory on the stuff we did at the beginning of the semester. Of course the english essay is going to kick my ass. I don't even know what I got on my research paper. I would post it here, but it is like9 pages long.. :-). If you want to see it, make a comment and I will email it to you. It is called "Gay Marriage: An Uphill Struggle." I will get it back tomorrow and see what the damage is.

That is it for now. Can't think of anything else to complain about.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

The Letter

I recently put this letter on my neighbor's front door:

Sunday November 07, 2004

Dear Neighbor in #6H,

I would greatly appreciate if you were to stop feeding the stray cats in our complex. I do love cats and have owned many indoor cats myself. However, the animals that are attracted to our doorsteps (as we share the same porch) are feral and bring with them diseases.

I have come home to find that a cat had vomited a pile of worms by my door that could not only harm any indoor animals we have, but ourselves as well. Also, I would rather not come home and walk into my cat free apartment only to have it smell like cat urine because the cats spray at my front door, and it wafts inside.

The cats often fight at our doors and leave behind their excrement that has to be cleaned away. I have had this happen on my back balcony as well. My camping chairs made great litter boxes for them.

I know you must set out food on your balcony as well as your front door. On any given day I can open my sliding glass door and see 5 to 10 cats scurry off your balcony and mine.

The only remedy I have for this is for you to stop feeding the stray cats. I would appreciate if you could do this.

Thank you for your time,
Melissa True #6G

I will admit that she has stopped putting cat food at her front door. However, she has now started to put it out on the sidewalk where I stand as I take my dog outside to do its business. (this is well out of the way of ANYONE'S building)

So, even though the cats no longer have food on our front porch they still hang out there. Also, I have noticed a horrible cat urine smell eminating from my car when I get into or out of it. They have began spraying on not only my tires, but also any car that is in our corner of the parking lot seems to get sprayed as well. I really think that the only thing left to do is to call the Humane Society and have them set traps.


Fumbling In The Dark

Happy Turkey Day! Unfortunately it isn't much of a happy day for me. My thanksgiving luck comprised of a chocolate and cream honey bun, zingers, barbecue Lay's Stax, and a diet Coke. Yuck, I know. Walmart was just not an option for me. I didn't want to go through the trouble of finding a damn parking space, and sifting through all the crazed last minute thanksgiving shoppers. Instead, I went to the grand 'ol Circle K! Ha, Junkfood Galore, and not a healthy thing in sight!

Recently I broke up with my girlfriend. I did not do this because I do not love her. On the contrary, I have been trying to meet all her needs because I DO love her. Unfortunately my needs were not being met. I couldn't handle it after a month of being forgotten, and taken for granted. I know some of these feelings of mine were not known to her, she simply can't see, apparently, that I would have liked for her to spend the whole night with me after taking her to see a musical that she has wanted to see for years! (and she owns the soundtrack even). I would have liked that to be OUR night. We hadn't had a moment's peace one on one together in over a month. Things were wearing on me in this relationship of only 6 months. So I ended it the night of the musical.

This crushed me. I didn't want things to end, I just wanted things to get better. I wanted her to touch me again. I wanted her to take time out just for us; just for a relationship that needed some mending. I wanted nothing more than her affection. It took her a few days for it to sink in that I wasn't breaking up with her to hurt her. I was doing so because I was hurting everyday. What is worse, being lonely because you are not in a relationship and long for one, or being lonely while in a relationship and longing for that person?

I thought long and hard about all this. I still wanted her. I still loved her. I didn't want things to end (I never did). I just wanted to figure out what needed to happen for it to work between us. One thing that came to mind was realizing that if I were to ever get back into a relationship with her I had to know that I was not going to put myself back into a position that made me feel obligated. Then I realized that if my needs were getting met then those things I once considered obligations would be done without a second thought because I would feel secure in the relationship.

Here we are after a week and a half. We have spent the night at eachother's places almost every night since we had the last discussion. Her demeanor towards me has drastically improved. She had said she wanted a chance to show me that she can be what I need her to be to me. Since this has happened I am completely understanding of her demanding job and schedule. I never hated her job. I hated how she was when we DID get to see eachother (watching TV - wrestling or soaps, her favorite shows - on separate ends of the couch).

Last night she stopped by for only 5 min because she had a million things to do before leaving for her dad's house an hour and a half away. But those 5 min were great because she came in with her brother, gave me a huge hug, lots of kisses, and those wonderful eyes looked right into mine and I could see in them that she wanted me, and wanted more time with me. She told me she missed me as we kissed, and we exchanged our love for each other. She had to run to the bathroom quickly, and then her brother (whom I hadn't seen in over a week), gave me a big hug and said that he had missed me. Of course as an almost 17yr old would do, he then proceeded to tell me that he "got some" and from the girl we had talked about him trying to hook up with. In trying to describe his telling of the story I get lost in his hip thrusting movements, and zany giggling as he is so excited that he got some, he makes no comprehensible sense when he speaks, his body language speaks (loudly) for itself! He had me in stitches, as is usual for him to do. He really should be a stand up comedian.

So, here I am on Thanksgiving day, typing in this scattered journal, alone in my apartment with my dog. I have a clients at 2pm and 3pm so far today. Why must we be open on freaking holidays??? It kills me. I always seem to get stuck working them because they do not usually fall on my days off, or policy changes before they come up so that I get shafted yet again. The last 2 years so far have been horrible for me on the holidays (thus is the reason for me going back to college and getting my degree in computer science where jobs usually in this field observe most holidays!)

I don't know yet what the future holds for (what name did I call her by before? Lynn I think, yeah that's it) Lynn and I, but I am willing to let her show me that she is capable of meeting my needs, and that she can express to me exactly what she needs from me as well so I am no longer just fumbling in the dark.

Ha The Grinch!

I recieved this in an email. It almost made me cry because it seems to be so true.

The authors of this little piece of work have given their permission
to everyone to copy this anywhere, just so long as credit is given.

How the Grinch Stole Marriage
by Mary Ann Horton, Lisa and Bill Koontz

(with apologies to Dr. Seuss.)

Every Gay down in Gayville liked Gay Marriage a lot...
But the Grinch, who lived just east of Gayville, did NOT!!

The Grinch hated happy Gays! The whole Marriage season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, his Florsheims were too tight.
But I think the most likely reason of all was
His heart and his brain were two sizes too small.

"And they're buying their tuxes!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow's the first Gay Wedding! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Gay Marriage from coming!"

For, tomorrow, he knew...All the Gay girls and boys
would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their vows!
And then! Oh, the Joys! Oh, the Joys!

And THEN they'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Gay down in Gayville the tall and the small,
would stand close together, all happy and blissing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Gays would start kissing!

"I MUST stop Gay Marriage from coming! ...But HOW?"

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!

"I know what to do!" The Grinch laughed in his throat.
And he went to his closet, grabbed his sheet and his hood.
And he chuckled, and clucked, with a great Grinchy word!
"With this beard and this cross, I look just like our Lord!"

"All I need is a Scripture..." The Grinch looked around.
But, true Scripture is scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch...? No! The Grinch simply said,
"With no Scripture on Marriage, I'll fake one instead!"
"It's one man and one woman," the Grinch falsely said.

Then he broke in the courthouse. A rather tight pinch.
But, if Georgie could do it, then so could the Grinch.
The little Gay benefits hung in a row.
"These bennies," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most uncanny,
around the whole room, and he took every benny!
Health care for partners! Doctors for kiddies!
Tax rights! Adoptions! Pensions and Wills!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, with a chill,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, in his bill.
Then he slunk to the kitchen, and stole Wedding Cake.
He cleaned out that icebox and made it look straight.
He took the Gay-bar keys! He took the Gay Flag.
Why, that Grinch even took their last Gay birdseed bag!

"And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will pocket their Rings."
And the Grinch grabbed the Rings, and he started to shove
when he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and off flew his hood.
Little Lisa-Bi Gay behind him sadly stood.
The Grinch had been caught by small Lisa-Bi.
She stared at the Grinch and said, "My, oh, my, why?"
"Why are you taking our Wedding Rings? WHY?"

But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Shepherd sneered,
"The judges are evil, the other states weird."
"I'll fix the rings there and I'll bring them back here."

It was quarter past dawn...All the Gays, still a-bed,
all the Gays still a-snooze when he packed up and fled.
"Pooh-Pooh to the Gays!" he was grinch-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now no Gay Marriage is coming!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
then the Gays down in Gayville will all cry Boo-Hoo!"

He stared down at Gayville! The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Gay down in Gayville, the tall and the small,
was kissing! Without any bennies at all!
He HADN'T stopped Marriage from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
"It came without lawyers, no papers to sort!"
"It came without licenses, came without courts!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!

"Maybe Marriage," he thought, "doesn't come fro m the court.
Maybe Marriage...perhaps...comes right from the heart.
Maybe Marriage comes from all the words the Gays say.
Words like Husband, like Wedding, and Spouse who is Gay."
And what happened then...? Gayville they say
that the Grinch's small brain grew three sizes that day!

And the Gays had their Weddings. They promised for life.
They swore to be faithful, to Wife and her Wife.
The Husbands were happy, to each other they vowed
To be Out and be Honest, be Gay and be Proud.
They told all their neighbors and friends of their Spouse,
They told of their Marriage and sharing their house.
They said "We got Married." They shouted it loud.
Their marital status was "Married and Proud."

And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light.
And he brought back the rings, cake and Gay birdseed bags!
And he...HE HIMSELF...hung the Gay Rainbow Flag!

The Lord looked down, at the proud and the tall,
and said "These are my children, and I love them all."


Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Dribble Dribble Dribble

Ugh... What do you do when you sign up for a site that is supposed to make you money. Order products from it, never receive those products, and now are being charged to use that site, when you have not been able to even sign onto it for months?!?

Do not ever sign up for a place called Surplus Alert. They will just take your money and run. I called customer service and since all of their lines were busy you have to leave your name and number so they can "get right back with you". I just left my info and will see just how long it takes them to call me back.

Other than that things are going well. School is fun. I love my girlfriend. I am actually getting clients at my work during the week. Unfortunately my great-grandmother isn't doing so well. She is 91 yrs old and she only has a few days left. We will see how that progresses... sad.

Gotta run and make a sandwich before getting ready to go to work.

Friday, October 01, 2004

This is the actual Photo I was just talking about.. it is supposed to be the photo that I have for my Personal Profile... WHOOP TI DOOO... lol  Posted by Hello
Ok... So this is the best photo I have! Posted by Hello


Ahhh... Welcome my ass... This is just something that I will be able to vent and get my ideas out and have people get frustrated with me when they read them. I will be updating when I feel like it and might just forget about this whole thing in a week, but at least I am trying it, right?

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