"c'mon courage, teach me to be shy.."

Ok, so I can't sleep. Story of my life. I abuse tylenol pm worse than a drunken redneck... abuses... stuff. Well, that was a little awkward. Oh, well. I figured I'd plot out a few things I need to do later on to the blog.

-Links list: my deviantart.com account (among others: daniel's, stephanie's (if she chooses to start posting), Wenz) the minkster, Amelia, my homely homepage, Brandi's poor page. So maybe the links section is a wee bit lacking. Give me a break. Its not like I'm miss popularity or anything. ;)
-Page counter.
-Perhaps look into getting a shout box type thing. Probably won't go over too well, but it's worth a try, eh?

And now, for your nightly rant, brought to you in part by tylenol pm and deviantart.com surfing!

What's with all the angsty little "I'm going to cut myself because I'm SUCH a tortured artist!" 15 year olds?! They're FIFTEEN! I mean, damn! How much can they know about life, love, sickness, hope... all of those "growed up" ideas? "Kid, grow up a bit. When you leave mommy's nest, get an apartment, and commence to the starving half to death just to pay bills, THEN you can rightfully mooch some Zoloft."

Sheesh.

I think trying to sleep again is in order.

Buenas noches.