The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."

About Me

Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.

3.06.2005

10:27 pm

And I'm wearing the biggest, goofy-est smile ever. The girl studying across from me must be frightened. :)

WOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO!!!

3 comments:

Galen said...

WHAT HAPPENED?

Anonymous said...

was she hot???

Galen said...

You're not online. You never call. Trouble with the police??? I CAN'T WAIT! TELL ME NOW!