I would like to thank everyone who gave me credit for writing that poem fragment that I posted in my journal yesterday. It made me feel good, and yet bad that you did not recognize it. Such is the way of things.
I watched Chicago on the new tv last night. It was way giant, and wide.
It is warm in my house and it makes me all sweaty and gross.
I am going to the vintage telephone museum tonight. That should rule.
I return to school in a week.
What a wonderous age we live in.
I watched Chicago on the new tv last night. It was way giant, and wide.
It is warm in my house and it makes me all sweaty and gross.
I am going to the vintage telephone museum tonight. That should rule.
I return to school in a week.
What a wonderous age we live in.
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amitabha:
oh come now, there's nothing confusing about it.. you tell me what you know about me, and i'll tell you what i know about you.. and how the hell would you know alot about me? no one on here even knows me really. give it!
amitabha:
HAH... just as i thought ya flodger.. you dont know jack, but i still know something about you.. and what the hell is the "you look like you think if you were born in the 17th century shit all about" that an inside joke or something?