Sometimes I just gotta let things flow, gotta let them get out.
A new year means a new me. No more pointless banter.
My blog is gonna talk about the hard shit.
The real shit.
MY shit.
That's the name of the song I'm thinking of (by Bullet For My Valentine) But with me, tears really do fall-- curse my sensitivity. Anyway, today's blogging is about the lack of people to IM, So i'm stuck blogging. See what lack of AIM does to a person. Gawsh,
This post is about music; Wolfie likes Screemo, Heavy Metal. And sometimes hiphop But that is just Wolfie. Some people like Classical (eew) Jazz (gross) Rap (iz aight =]) And then other stuff I can't list. W'ever, it's still music. ♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪
Bullet For My Valentine. If I could screech like that, I'd totally use my talent. Speaking of Valentines, it's almost V-day(!) Should I be happy? Nah, not really. I don't wanna seem desperate and by my self a rose and then tell everyone that someone else got it. Plus, they'd know I'm lying. they're selling one of a kind roses at Builders Club, LOL. Mrs. Mussoff pulled them out of a giant trash bag. Double LOL.
Wolfie Introduces; Hiya. I'm Wolfie. Wolfie isn't my real name, but w'ever. So, like, I'm the type of person who'd crash into a chair and be like "move outta my way". Pretty cool, huh? So, I'm an eater, sleeper, reader, writer, chatter box. Sometimes I can have an emo streak. 0-0 Sometimes I will cut my self and cry for no reason, and try to drown my self, and I'll shut up. And then I'm back to good old Wolfie.