I'm sorry, but it seems that I've either removed whatever you were looking for, or the page is broken. We are going to assume that the later is true. As I am much too lazy to go through and actually delete posts. That gets me thinking, I may have to at some point. I mean, there are a lot of things that just don't apply to my life anymore. Though, I don't think I ever mentioned Science Boy on here. That's a good thing. He turned out to be a douche. Did you know "douche" is actually French for "shower?" So now whenever you call someone a douche, you're going to imagine them as a shower...or in the shower. Which will, more likely than not, be a bad thing. I definitely don't want to imagine the people I call douches as being in the shower. Wait, what was this for? OH! Right. So the page is broken... It's not my fault. I blame Blogger. So really I blame Google. Which is heart breaking. I love Google. Google is a gateway to amazingness. But it's true. If this page doesn't work, it's Google's fault. Because as I mentioned above, I never get around to deleting old things. And why would I? I mean, really this is kind of like a diary. And I want to remember all of the things that happen to me that I post about. Otherwise I wouldn't see them as important, and I wouldn't post about them. So yes. Try a different page.
I'm sorry, but it seems that I've either removed whatever you were looking for, or the page is broken. We are going to assume that the later is true. As I am much too lazy to go through and actually delete posts. That gets me thinking, I may have to at some point. I mean, there are a lot of things that just don't apply to my life anymore. Though, I don't think I ever mentioned Science Boy on here. That's a good thing. He turned out to be a douche. Did you know "douche" is actually French for "shower?" So now whenever you call someone a douche, you're going to imagine them as a shower...or in the shower. Which will, more likely than not, be a bad thing. I definitely don't want to imagine the people I call douches as being in the shower. Wait, what was this for? OH! Right. So the page is broken... It's not my fault. I blame Blogger. So really I blame Google. Which is heart breaking. I love Google. Google is a gateway to amazingness. But it's true. If this page doesn't work, it's Google's fault. Because as I mentioned above, I never get around to deleting old things. And why would I? I mean, really this is kind of like a diary. And I want to remember all of the things that happen to me that I post about. Otherwise I wouldn't see them as important, and I wouldn't post about them. So yes. Try a different page.