A humble blog of tragic proportions. Its filled with essays, artwork, and poetry. I havent finished reading it, but Im impressed so far. Check it out- its available on Amazon. Dirty Hands Can Save You from Hell.

Do You Agree Or Disagree With The Following Statement? August 2, 2009. TOEFL scripts are scattered among ungraded essays and year-old report cards. Manila file folders stacked on the desk follow through on the promises advertised on their covers; their bent corners and torn spines add new meaning to made out of recycled materials. Who knows how long these folders have been here? I stumble upon a goldmine. Jerry had never sat at this desk, but I inexplicab.

My life would suck without you! Alright. You want the truth? I miss you. I miss you and I still love you. How to get over him.

I Am Nothing; Hear Me Roar. Friday, June 08, 2001. Once again, I am a golden haired god, I say once again as if it just happened, but they blue hair dye was shit, complete and utter shit; I washed my hair once and most of the color came out, leaving it to look moldy for about a week. Friday, May 04, 2001. Sitting in a bar, at the actual bar, alone.