since my best friend's brother died, i have taken time to think and realize the fact that at any point I can go. at any instance God can deside it is my time to go, and when it is time to go, whether or not you have phone service to call someone is irrelevent. shorter of breath, one day closer to death.
i am not exactly sure what is wrong with me, however, i think some time i might thank all the insane humans who helped me get to where i am today. hehehe!! i was talking about stingray ealier to my flatmate, that is just great. that is one heck of a fag that she had there... most excellent indeed. some times, johd, i enjoy the fact i have no clue what you are talking about.
click click click, all this crazy noise, and all this crazy stuff you have to do. i still think sex with kittens is wrong, and i think neglected responsibility is even more wrong, so that makes that pretty bad eh?
i want to auto formate so that i do not have to remember to keep doing the same thing over and over again... i want to run around without... oh wait, im not wearing anything, that is write, i forgot, that i forgot i lost my clothes. where did they go?
i spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter S... and it is what I want to see... it is what time it is, depiste, lack of technical support.
thank you come again
stop being a stranger
dont eat yellow snow, unless you made it yourself