Sunday, July 22, 2007. I was best friends with Chris in kindergarten. Chris was older than me by several months, but I was several times his size. I probably could have pounded him to a pulp with one chubby fist if I wanted to, but Chris was my best buddy. I knew him from church. He was sweet and unassuming, and I liked to boss. We were a good team. We had an evil teacher, Ms.

I am a dog with a blog. Wednesday, September 06, 2006. Tuesday, August 29, 2006. I am a dog named Flush. I am a mutt, and for that reason I am never fed. I like the fish-shaped, diseased-chicken byproducts.

Thoughts of a Young, Impressionable Mind. The youth of America sound out. Tuesday, October 24, 2006. I recently came to the conclusion that I do not like people. I tolerate pretty much everyone, and I only despise a few people. But I actually only like. Really want is to be heard. They could care less what you actually have to say. Laugh extra loud at the joke that your buddy right next to you just yelled across the table so everyone knows. That you got it and thought it was soooo.