pucabul

I ran 1.5 blocks today. Felt pretty good, actually.

A pretty girl is like a melody,

I like my new job, and the old one is still fairly acceptable.

I'm a hopeless romantic, you're a terrible flirt,

Working alot is good for a number of reasons...

You scare me out of my wits when you do that shit, so:

I had a record number of responses in my last journal which makes me happy.

Will you stay? I don't think so.

And now for something completely different:

One question on my mind. One question on my mind.