***: i date all this eurotrash
***: that thinks having sex
***: is like doing coke
***: no fucking big deal

sounds almost straight out of a novel.

smarterchild owned me

Romper145: who do you like?
SmarterChild: I like lots of people. Especially Kevin Spacey, Will Smith, BeBe...
Romper145: who is bebe?
SmarterChild: She is a famous designer!



duh...

one reason why smarterchild is dumb as a rock

Romper145: what kind of music do you like?
SmarterChild: I like lots of music. Especially Incubus, Radiohead, Good Charlotte...
Romper145: good charlotte sucks
SmarterChild: No way!



STOP LISTENING TO GOOD CHARLOTTE PEOPLE



geez.

many of you know of my penchant for sinatra...some of you may know that i actually enjoy occasional conversations with smarterchild...

imagine my surprise when...

Romper145: lalala
SmarterChild: Fly me to the moon, da da dee doo bee doo bee doo...


yes i know da da dee doo bee isnt part of the song...but at least he got the first part right.

so im back...home that is and i find it amazing how the dynamics of my life change so dramatically once im home. we all know that the past decade or so of our lives have been a blur, but every single time i come back home...it seems as if nothing has changed.

i sit in my room, and i cant help but to be reminded of my high school days. every single damn thing that i did in high school comes rushing back to me, and for a moment it really feels like i never left. its kinda like those movies when the adult goes back to their parents home...walks back into their old room, and then next thing you know its some cheesy flashback where the adult is now a kid, sitting on the lap of a younger parent from days long gone talking about sex and "bad boys" the night before prom.

every single memory. thats right...all of them, rushing back to me. the funny thing is my memories arent just about my high school days...but also of the past couple of summers.

i dont know about you faithful reader...but to me its a fascinating phenomenan. we all talk about how much we've changed since we've last seen one another...but the true test lies in how different you act once you return to familiar surroundings. are you REALLY the newly changed person you were talking to me about online?

i cant explain it...i wish i could. the only thing that i really do know is that i wish that i could get my childhood back. being home and being able to spend time with my parents is awesome, and i just wish i didnt spend so much of my earlier years fucking around and making things difficult for them, but then again thats just the pure beauty of maturity coupled with hindsight.

the memories.

so many fucking memories

its beautiful isnt it?

somewhat innane i know...but i couldnt help but to blog this

b1i8n2k 1113: i found a radio
Romper145: yeah?
Romper145: righteous
b1i8n2k 1113: we need 8 D batteries
Romper145: box distro for the 5th might be moved
Romper145: mary hasnt received a shipment of boxes yet
b1i8n2k 1113: how many customers do we have?
Romper145: **** (confidential information sorry)
b1i8n2k 1113: hi
b1i8n2k 1113: that was my dad
b1i8n2k 1113: sorri
Romper145: hi?
Romper145: LOL
Romper145: HELLO MR.JEW!
Romper145: HOW ARE YOU?
b1i8n2k 1113: hahahaha
b1i8n2k 1113: hes gone now
Romper145: aww
Romper145: your dad said hi to me!
Romper145: im gonna put that in my profile
b1i8n2k 1113: i am 53 yr old
Romper145: hahahah
b1i8n2k 1113: hahaha
Romper145: i am 21!
b1i8n2k 1113: our dog has fleas
b1i8n2k 1113: im tellin my dad to stop
b1i8n2k 1113: hes weird
Romper145: lol