ho hum ho hum
sometimes, i wish my msn messenger worked. i wish that not only could i see that a long gone faraway friend is online, but that i could send a damn hello their way without the whole thing crashing. it is so much to ask?
then again, i'm lucky i'm not strung up in the town square and subjected to ridicule, garbage pummeling, and the shitting of a thousand seagulls. how can i complain, really? things are pretty good.
for some reason, a strange self-satisfaction rather than hunger, i feel tempted to eat bacon. but i won't, cause of wilbur, and the squealing nightmares, but mostly because one must always be suspicious of that sense of entitlement.
then again, i'm lucky i'm not strung up in the town square and subjected to ridicule, garbage pummeling, and the shitting of a thousand seagulls. how can i complain, really? things are pretty good.
for some reason, a strange self-satisfaction rather than hunger, i feel tempted to eat bacon. but i won't, cause of wilbur, and the squealing nightmares, but mostly because one must always be suspicious of that sense of entitlement.