When I'm upset, I just stop and think about that picture of the angry cat shooting the ak 47. Then it gets me smiling, and eventually laughing.

I want this job so bad i can taste it! I can't wait to give it all I've got. I check the mail every day for that day to report. Saving lives, what's better?!

I trace your arms with my fingers so that I hope to not forget what it feels like to be held by you when you are gone.

My Grandma died 2 years ago. She met my son once and didn't even know he was mine. She was the only one who ever got me. My son will never know her :(

At least instead of talking shit behind your back, he had the balls to tell you to your face... unlike the rest of your so-called friends.......