Lumberjacks have axes, chainsaw and other sharp objects while
I have my nose. Copious amounts of tissue paper are
sacrificed to stop the extravagant flow of mucous.
Sick, I am.
With this kinda condition, I dont feel like doing anything that
constitutes brain work, (blogging is rambling) and even when I
lay down it feels rather uncomfy.
Im caught between a rock and a hard place. Im sick. I havent been
chalking up my study hours. And Ive got no girlfriend. Only
plenty of crushes. Ok, that's kinda redundant.
Tag replies:
berr: im sorry lah; friends?
al-kinki: i understand why you need to whine with results like
this -> Inter 0 empoli 1, who wouldnt?
soupie: you make a fly spelling teacher
minnie: yes-ed =)
And Missy M, tell me you have feelings for me cuz I have feelings
for you. HAHA.
Mushy. Cool shit.
ILOVEMILOVEMILOVEMILOVEMILOVEMILOVEMILOVEMILOVEMILOVEMILOVEM
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