blast from the past

Man, nothing like working with a kitchen. If you want to have suicidal thoughts or become a racist, work at a restaurant. Jesus.

I found an old hard drive in my PS2 today, from 2003-2004. It has been described as "something with long forgotten nostalgia inducing porn collections," which is pretty much spot on. Why didn't anyone tell me I looked like such a fuckass? Anyway, the best of what I found in My Documents is now uploaded. Included: A chatlog from some guy who took a bunch of benadryl and forgot who he was, a myspace quiz I filled out a few years ago, old pictures, instructions on how to make a pipe out of things you can shoplift from Lowe's, a poem I wrote for Geo class, and the obituary of a girl I knew who shot herself! Enjoy!