It's 2:30 a.m.
...doesn't have the same flair as 1:05 a.m., but then I'm not saying it has flair. I can't get to sleep.
I'm trying to think of something else, a valuable second piece of info to make this a snappy Journal....
can't think of anything really. That's the downside of 2:30, and igfw33t8fb csbuiwfubwbbfebasfffffffasdqwqwereqt34 tt4 e.
here's a gnu:
...doesn't have the same flair as 1:05 a.m., but then I'm not saying it has flair. I can't get to sleep.
I'm trying to think of something else, a valuable second piece of info to make this a snappy Journal....
can't think of anything really. That's the downside of 2:30, and igfw33t8fb csbuiwfubwbbfebasfffffffasdqwqwereqt34 tt4 e.
here's a gnu:
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Asking anyone what they want for dinner is bad. THAT is always a relationship quirk, no matter if it is parents, or significant others. Ugh! Thank god I love to cook. I do not bother to ask anyone I just make it. Speaking of food...must find my muffin...
~cheers
Gnu's as pretty rad if you ask me. They look like a carnival in a box. Like you can take them anywhere and they would be the life of the party.
If the Gnu race had a soundtrack...I think it would be Art Ensemble of Chicago's "Les Stances Et Sophie".