On the way home from work last night, I was with my mom (my car has been sold, and I'm finally getting my new car in about a week) and she was driving. A lorry came out too late on the road, and my mom swerved to avoid it, hitting a pole on the right side of the car... with me in it's path.



Here's where it gets complicated. I have a glass gash underneath my left eye. I have a bruised nose bone... or whatever it's called that's in between your eyes. I have a bruise on my neck, and a glass gash in my chin. I hit the A-Pillar with a big thunk just as the windshield was breaking. I was told by the paramedic that I was lucky none of the glass had gotten in my eyes. I did however suffer a bruised nerve in my eyelid.

The complicated part of all of this is that I have a date in approximately 2 hours. With a gorgeous girl...

Now what do I tell her when I'm supposed to meet up with her? Do I ask her to do it for another time? Or do I just try and act like I don't look like the biggest loser ever. What do I do??

Argh.

Part 2.

"And I would have come to meet you if my mom wasn't there"

DO YOU READ MY BLOG?

DO YOU FOLLOW WHAT I DO?

Am I HONESTLY supposed to believe that you care?

I spent 20 monthes looking and waiting for you. I loved you with all of my heart.

Everything I did... it was for you. I have gifts I never gave you... cards I never sent you... letters you never got to read. I made an effort, EVEN after I told you I didn't want to speak to you.. to come into Toronto for 2 hours with a friend (Whom I paid to do this for me) to come and see you, and try and resolve something, or try and just talk.

You don't care about me. You strung me along worse then a lasso to a horse. Not to mention the fact that you did lie to me, before you went to LA, when you said you would follow God's path, and not be pursuaded by boys. Funny how you met a "nice guy" in LA eh?

How often did you tell me you would "never go back to Alex. Trust me Steve."

Yeah that was a truthful speech to eh?

And I'm supposed to believe you now? AT least I backed up everything I said, and if you didn't believe me, that's ok, at least I knew I was right. And you knew the truth.

I don't even know why I write this. You're not worth my time.

Be sure to forward me your address so I can send you all the memories and momentums and gifts I never gave you.

Cause I just don't want to think of you anymore. You just damn well broke my heart to damn much.

I waited 20 monthes.

I loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you.

And you tore me down.

I think I regret ever meeting you Casey Beauchamp.

OH SHE SWEARS SHE WASNT LYING.

How arrogant can a person be? That is the question I ask myself everytime I think of Casey Beauchamp.

Somehow, in the great equation of things, this girl decided that her life was more important than everyone elses.

I'm so sick and tired of caring for her. I'm so sick and tired of thinking of her. She doesn't know how to USSEEE the new facebook. Apparently she doesn't want to go for a coffee either, and talk things over while I'm in her damn town.

I try my best to give her chances. And even though my best is somewhat meager.. I still try.

She doesn't care about me anymore. WHY should I care about her?

My artwork!

Now you all can see what I do for a living!

P.S. I know there is two vids in the post. THANKS.

Christmas!

This is a little video of Christmas time in Grand Theft Auto San Andreas!

I worked hard on this so tell me what you think:)

Steve.

I'M A DICK. I'M A DICK...TID TO YOU.

I have an affliction.

Fuck that.

I have an ADDICTION.

To blogging.

I love blogging so much.


Almost as much as I love ****ing a **** in a girls face.

JK

LMAO.


Anyways, I love blogging, cause it makes me feel COMPLETE.

WHICH IS MORE THEN I CAN SAY FOR YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH PIECE OF SHIT ASSHOLE YOU GODDAMNIT YOU FUCKING BROKE MY HEART I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem.


NOW that I have THAT out of my system, I just thought I'd lay down the facts.

1. I love blogging.
2. If you are reading this right now, you are my BFF!
3. I like everything but chocolate and ice cream.
4. I hate being like everyone else. THEREFORE I won't read Harry Potter, or eat snacks.
5. I like healthy food
6. I like cars.
7. I like women.
8. I like the ocean.
9. She better damn well like me for who I am, because I aint changing a THING to accomodate her needs and desires. I've been there. I've done that already.
10. I like tanned skinned, dark haired girls.

:D

I Love You Stephen.

I'm not gay.

I'm just saying that I love my brother Stephen, cause he makes me feel stronger inside.

YES. MY NAME IS STEVEN, AND I HAVE A BROTHER NAMED STEPHEN OK?

Now you know.

STFU.