I'm drunk, and bored. So I played with Google. Whatawaste is there. Hot as ever. I even googled SR and his brother. Since SR was a model you'd expect there to be pictures. Theres not. Shame. He was teh hotness. There is a pic of his brother though. *drools at thought of his perfectly gropable butt*
Hands up if you need to get laid.
I'm on there. But not as me. Well, once. I'm on there for something that... is irrelevant really. Some people might want to be there, but its not something I'd like to be remembered for.When I was at uni I had my own article on one of the major pages. Guess its not there anymore.
I am here as me though. 'Me' being here. As myself, my own name, I don't apparently exist. But as 'me' I'm here. It sucks. 1,500 times over. Apparently my 'net identity is a bit of a slut.
The fisrt actual reference to this actual site is one of my archives, was this. Which made me more depressed.
And then this followed it immediately after. Which made me laugh.
I'm missing something. Deep inside. And I want it back. But I don't know what it was in the first place. I think I'll spend my life looking for something that I can function perfectly fine without.