Wide awake.

I hate not being able to sleep.

I think way too much. The thoughts in my head are so loud I can barely think, let alone sleep.

Nothing is perfect, but I feel like it can be pretty close.

Nothing worth having is actually never truly easy to have. There's always some one or some thing there to put a bump in the road. Freakin' bumps.

Bandwagonner.

I was just thinking about how much I'm starting to truly hate social networking sites.
Then I made this blog.



This seems to have more purpose than MySpace/Facebook/Twitter, so I won't beat myself up about having one of these.