since i'm the lead gameing assouite today i get to have a meeting with a few microsoft big wigs wish me luck
i finely ask the girl i like out and the response i got: go where?
It was long ago when i became what i am, i was traped in this life like an innocent lamb, now you'll never see my face at noon, and i'll only walk by the light of the moon, the brim of my hat hides the eyes of a beast, i've the face of a sinner, and the hands of a priest.
I Love Tromaville, NJ
Don't give up the fight for truly independent cinnema!