Lomeinis

So alright, here's the situation. I was at a thrift store before heading to college today, and I see something that catches my attention. It's a book, discarded and forgotten like many others on the shelf, so I pick it up. I read "Micheal Jackson" in big bold letters and open it to see none other than the King of Pop clad in glittery pants and boots which could easily be seen in a women's shoe store these days. Needless to say, nonsensical stuff has always made me happy, so this book had me excited. Sadly though, I was completely broke at the time, so I put the book down and began to leave when suddenly this old woman notices my predicament

It's been a while DevArt. You've changed for the better so it is most definitely time for an update. It's not about being upset about something anymore, it's about learning to be happy for the present. Doing everything you can so that if you die later that night, your last words can be "That was epic." Perhaps a little morbid, but the point remains, and as it does, I will slowly start to have a shower of new content. Some of you out there have high expectations of me, and I intend to keep them. It's my turn to make you proud.

Seems that most folks are getting real desperate these days. It's depressing when the ones you depend on become a wreckless bag of emotions; leaves a person left out. Sure, friends are only supposed to be people we use to enjoy ourselves in one way or another, but regardless of that fact there should be some standard of nobility. Keeping the unspoken rules of guys, it should go without saying. Oh well.