thoughts of a dying atheist

for as long as i can remember, i've always been criticized for an inability to express emotion.

i'm not sure why, but it never really seemed like a big deal to me. acting all pissy or giddy only does one of two things: make me look like a faggot or an asshole.

i also don't see any good or progress that can be made from throwing a fit, so i just grin and bear any troubles that are thrown my way. they are subsequently dealt with or not, depending on my priorities. that's just how i do.

my brother in law always used to complain and bitch and moan when i worked for him, and was always surprised that i never lost my cool. he used to tell my mom that it wasn't "normal."

haha fuck that guy, he wasn't worth the anguish, breath or effort. zac knows him, always telling the same goddamn story.

anyways, i don't really know the point of this post, i just wanted to change up the front page because there was way too much shit on it and it drew away attention from my awesome new title graphic.

happy valentines to the lovers out there, and happy birthday to teena'z.

oh, and tricia, if you read this, i don't consider you a June 24th birthday twin if you're going to go by Phillipines birth time. you're either born in the US on the 23rd or you're not a 24th baby.

kbi.