so, here i am sitting in my dads old, ugly, blue computer desk chair at his computer. its almost 8:00 on thursday morning. ive gotst my coffee here next to me in a little borwnish colored coffee with a picture of horse running on it and i think to myself, i have nothing to write about on my blog.

ive been having a hard time getting satsified with the layout of this page considering how much time i dont have to put into it and how much insperation i dont have as well.

things keep happening that make me want to puke all over certain peoples faces. when i think its getting better, something else happens and i want to puke again.

why the hell wont you walk her to the door when you drop her off at her house? why the hell do you park on the street and pull away before she even gets to the house? dont you care to see wiether or not your girlfriend gets to her house safely when you drop her off? dont you think it would be nice of you to walk her up to the door? your such a prick.

it just wont stop. i have this horrible feeling deep down in my stomach that its only going to get worse and worse and these inconsiderite little instances will keep occouring for the rest of her life and she is going to blindly put up with it, never realizing, despite the coaxing of her family who loves her, that she can do so much better and that God has a bigger plan for her.

whatever. what should i care? its her life after all. let he deal with it. its her problem.

its not that easy.

Lord, intervien... convict and strengthen...