Everyone loves their mom's cooking...

Because she's got some secret ingredient that nobody else uses and it just makes it so much better. Or she does something a little different so that it beats out the competition. And do you remember when your dad was the strongest man in the world? Remember when there wasn't a question that he couldn't answer? Those were the days. Why is it in us to not listen to them anymore? They had all the answers back then, so why not now? Or do they still and we just think they're dumb? I don't know why I'm talking about this or where I'm getting at, but it's definitely going to be on my mind for most of the day.

New surroundings. Hoping that version 1.2 happens in the next week or so though. But for now, I'm settled. Downstairs would be nicer and would work out for everyone much better. Trust me. 32 watt Logitech speakers can only do so much, ya know? Lol.

I don't want to think about money. I just had everything clear on the same day and didn't like the sound that the automated voice made when I asked for my balance on the phone. Sad day. Also, I had a horrible nightmare yesterday. Horrible. I'm talking like nails on a chalkboard scary. I don't know what the hell made me dream it, or why the fuck I behaved the way I did throughout the whole scene, but it was horrible. Hope that never comes to pass.

Every time I see you, I want to scream. I hate what you know, what you think, and what you've said about me. How about we play nice? No? Okay, fine then, I'll take the gloves off too and come out swinging like I'm Mike Tyson and you just talked about my mom.

John Legend takes me back to last summer. I think of all the things I've messed up since then and wish with all my heart I could go back. I could fix everything if only I could go back. But I can't. I'm here, right now, with the consequences of my actions to deal with. Where's God when you need him? Shit, I wonder sometimes what it would take to fix all of this, and I think that it's possible, it's all within my grasp, if only I can make it to this coming June. Less then a year, and then I'll have that dead weight off my back. You don't know how happy I'll be. It might be a celebration, but the occasion calls for black attire. How fitting. I'm almost there. Time to get started.

Life is good; this isn't depressing. I've got friends, family, and a girl I love. What else could I ask for? Watch out world, here I come.