Why do I even try?
Mood:  don't ask
I give up working on my site until I can afford to get the fucking ads off it. They are destroying everything and making it so I can't see what the pages should really look like. Once again it comes down to money. Everything always comes down to money. When you don't know what it's like to have any, that's not a good thing.

another day another journal
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: nothing, watching legally blonde
I swear I must have had 55500000001000020101203000000 journals in my time and here I am adding yet another one to the list. It seems pretty cool. I imagine I will think it's awesome once I really get the hang of it. I can kinda be retarded about such matters.

I hope I can open up more here than on my last one, which was on xanga, and I hope you enjoy reading my entries. Let me know if you do!

~shauna~