Tuesday, Oct. 27, 2009 - 11:11 p.m.

i heard this on radio.

love is like a constipated man. They just dont give a sh*t.

true.

just when i thought im more or less done with whatever im supposed to do. more work came in.

maybe they are just lying quietly somewhere at the back of my brain, before jumping out at me. they go,BOO!

suddenly i like how this sentence is phrased.
consoling comfort so unreal but just for tonight, make those words count.

make those words count.

=/

^s0rr|

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