ill just listen to y ipod and do all my homework.
If she annoys me, I shall glue their door up using No More Nails and have long phone conversations in the lounge. Or there is someone under the table. i did feel some lightness and tingling over my extremities, so i suppose it did give me some nicotine rush.
Rewinding the cassette, I played it played. Or there is someone under the table.
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im so glad he got to come over i missed him really bad.
Currently I am sitting in the warm glow that surrounds you when you add a capful of rum to your hot chocolate.
im ready for the weekendi dont wanna go today . yes, perhaps living out in some shit apartment working a real job in the real world is better than high school at home, but how do we really know that for sure? God will say it is too late.
im so glad he got to come over i missed him really bad. when i start having cancer, heart disease, and all that shit. ive never been in trouble before.
I got very wet, but it was quite fun because I was with an archaeologist who lives near me.
And, these leanings, I concede, are the natural settings for men of my age, not the melancholia of the Jacobean age. Transfer by coach to Auckland. I chose to relight the candles and resume my seating.
and i was laying between his legs with my head on his chestand in the middle of it all. tasted ok at the beginning with some hints of mint. i know i tried real hard to do a cold turkey. so i guess quitting would be reserved for another day.
i did feel some lightness and tingling over my extremities, so i suppose it did give me some nicotine rush. are we going to all work some shit job, be miserable, and then die? are we going to all work some shit job, be miserable, and then die?
im so glad he got to come over i missed him really bad.
i think thats a fair way of stating it.
so our anniversary is in a week. why is there so much injustice in this world?
and, while it might already be out in the john for most, there it is stuck between the uncertain realm of my pharynx and my uvula. but, fuck, why is there just so much stress in this forsaken land? i know i tried real hard to do a cold turkey.
I certainly felt less morose than before, less inclined towards simple inactivity. Or there is someone under the table.
There was no trance; no, nor conduiting neither.
im so glad he got to come over i missed him really bad.