Some of my recent thoughts on life:
Change the major? I think so, I love to read but cardboard walls make me break out in hives. I’d rather be walled up in the catacombs of an old mansion over some bottle of liquor.
Change the major? I think so, I love to read but cardboard walls make me break out in hives. I’d rather be walled up in the catacombs of an old mansion over some bottle of liquor.
Sometimes life will give you lemons, and sometimes life will launch them at you with a potato gun, at point-blank range. ouch.
Finding a location for a wedding is tough. Especially when you’re on a "budget" of twenty dollars that you keep in a peanut tin.
Also, trying to lose weight can kill you if you don’t follow the directions. Keep your arms and legs inside the cart at all times, or else you’ll lose a limb.
Also, trying to lose weight can kill you if you don’t follow the directions. Keep your arms and legs inside the cart at all times, or else you’ll lose a limb.
This is my new idea, lets call it a "wait and see" that way when we look back at it, we can say we did all we could and no one will be able to argue otherwise.
Can I just point out that I really f*n miss you right now?!
Can anybody out there hear me?/ ’Cause I can’t seem to hear myself/ Can anybody out there see me?/ ’Cause I can’t seem to see myself.../ There’s gotta be a heaven somewhere/ Can you save me from this hell?/ Can anybody out there feel me?/ ’Cause I can’t seem to feel myself.
If you should find yourself walking through the forest and you happen upon a stick that reads "The Forbidden Stick Do Not Pick Up Under Penalty of Law" as your legal advisor, I advise you to NOT pick up the stick. However, if you should be as stupid as Timon, and you do pick it up, unlike Pumbaa I will not give away your hiding spot.
That is all, for now.
*This blog post will not make sense to most people.
I’m putting up a losing fight/ I’ll never see this end tonight/ The thought of just one dream it consumes me/ Numbers on the clock turn back, my pills are having no effect/ The beating of my heart keeps the time going/ Back and forth I toss and turn/ It feels like strings are holding up my eyes

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