Belly dancing, overtraining, dark red hair dye, blue cheese, 666699, broccoli, journaling, triathlons, chocolate covered cherries, birds, break dicks off, black underwear, lilac candles, un-invited butterflies, walking and/or running outside, chasing homeless people around washington park, web/app interface design, teaching aerobics, picking flowers, business intelligence and workflow process, coffee, feeding wild animals, screaming, working out the in water, the cool colors I LOVE LAMP, Microsoft Paint, what is Photoshop anyways? Little help. SharePoint technologies, herbal teas, Weed, boiling hot microwave popcorn, collecting, obsessing.
You are the Star card. The Star is the light of hope. Shining in the night, sending light into darkness, the stars provide direction to sailors and are a field on which to dream. Humanity used to look up at the sky and desire to be there, to find out what it all meant, and now we have been a distance into space and have elementary ideas of the makeup of all the different stars. This kind of achievement adds further fuel to our hopes. The eternal, slow-moving stars that will be long shining past the end of our own existence provide hope of immortality, and the vast space they suggest and the very mystery they hold provide us with excitement and knowledge yet to be discovered. Take this quiz!
Bryant And Stratton Business Institute-Albany
Albany,New York
Graduated: 1998
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Associate's Degree
Major: Information Technology
Minor: Business Administration
Clubs: School Paper:: Student Break - President
1996 to 1998
Albany Hs
Albany,New York
Graduated: 1995
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
You bet I got ya! Anytime. I hope you have a nice weekend and enjoy all the special moments...you can't get it back so mind as well be happy in the ones we have.
Ha ha ha... Poor Ballz... His page is still infected with the Jesus virus. Hey, bring your ass over to the house tomorrow night!!! It's not the same without you!!! LUV YA'!!!
This will be my last login and last message on MySpace. When my page is returned to it's proper content I will return. Untill then farewell. You begged me to make this thing, and you destroyed in pure blissful rampage. Much like how Ostrich eat their own eggs, you leave me in a smashed yoke of an existance! Good day to you.