here i am again. its been a year, and i cant get away from sg. i also cant type. no really i cant. going without the internet for a year will do that to you. i have to look at my at the keys when i type to make sure i am doing it ringht, and i stil have to go back and fix shit.... ok so this is my new journal.. do i have anything to say.... i dont think so. maybe something will came to me in the night. most likly not... what the fuck are you going to. i dont know, dont read this. so i me living in stevies living room. not having a wall suck. i now know how all my friend have lived. but they did this years ago not when they where a old men like me. why do i ever try to type when i a drunk??
