abigale, this cat, which is my representation for life, right now. She keeps me from getting a good nights sleep, stinks like digested wet food, and is always reminding me that i should be petting and taking good care, instead of smoking cigarettes or "wasting" time however.
today, for the first time in several months, its this blog. . .
I just dont know what to think anymore, wait, ill take that back. I know for certain now.... just not the reprocussions.
How many people are like this? everyone past maturity? and if so, that must mean i recently woke up as a man. finally, they thought.
Why doesnt anyone want to talk anymore? trust me, i wont freak out, no matter what you tell me you did.
annie...man-y, bannanie. fe-fi-fo, looks like size does matter...xoxo....and i sure learned a lot.
to the 6 others around that table.................thanks for all the time.
.....but i still dont like the corn salad.
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