| Volume 4 : Toronto Party Scene ( @ 2005-07-20 16:02:00 |
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| Current music: | Crap on MTV that's blaring from upstairs |
Ahh. I have faithfully slogged through all the crap that is the communities I belong to and commented on all my friends entries.
Livejournal really doesn't appeal to me anymore. At least not in the talking about emotions share how you feel kinda of way. I mean I COULD talk about my boy problems but I have a slight feeling it wouldn't be very well received and those problems are managable.
One of my favorite people in one of my communities is leaving, and it made me really sad. He imparted a lot of wisdom, and gave a lot of advice that I know I could not have received from anyone else. He's a horrible bastard with a nasty temper but I liked him a lot.
Okay, I'll be honest. My Sister is a filty faker. She fell off her horse Belle today and she's whining about a fractured hipbone and how hard she fell and I'm just staring her straight in the face. All this week she's been complaining about falling off and being stepped on and I went through all that, it's not that bad. Falling off a horse while jumping at a canter does sting the brain cells and bruises the body, but come on, your body being covered in bruises is SO AWESOME why would you want to complain about it? Then she was yammering about how she had to ride bareback and she fell off. At least she didn't fall into a FREAKING LAKE. Oh it was winter too. Quite chilly. Yeah my underwear was stuck to my bum for about a week on that one. Blargh I just don't like how my Sister complains about every tiny injury like it's a huge party foul from god. She gets a cold sore and she won't shut up for two weeks.
But I guess she can be a good kid when she wants to.
Adios.