For every cigarette she smoked, she lost eleven minutes her life. She had quit this habit, so she thought; until she started again. Today, in this morning, she lost eleven minutes. She arrived as usual. But instead of turning right at the station, she turned left. Turning left was the way for the smokers; the smokers of the morning. We all knew very well what she was doing. She came back, smelling of smoke. She wouldn’t talk. Disappointment was arising, a familiar feeling that filled the shared air between us; her spectators.
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I miss somebody right now.
I watch more tv than I used to.
I love olives.
I love sleeping.
I own lots of books.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I’ve tried marijuana.
I’ve watched porn movies.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is the best policy. The flounder policy
I watch Big Brother 2005.
I like and respect John Howard.
I curse frequently.
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
I have a hobby.
I’ve been told I have a nice butt.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I've never broken anyone else's bones.
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.
I love rain.
I’m paranoid at times.
I would get plastic surgery.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast sometimes.
I have fresh breath in the morning.
I have semi-long hair.
I have lost money by gambling.
I have at least one brother and/or sister.
I was born in a country outside Australia
I shave my legs.
I have a twin. twinnyyyy
I couldn’t survive without Caller I.D.
I like the way I look.
I have lied to a good friend in the past 6 months.
I know how to do cornrows.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have mood swings.
I think prostitution should be legalised.
I think Britney Spears is pretty/hot.
I have cheated on a significant other.
I have a hidden talent.
I’m always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
I think that I’m popular.
I am currently single.
I have kissed someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
I would rather shop than eat.
I would classify myself as ghetto.
I would classify myself as Metrosexual.
I’m obsessed with my blog.
I don’t hate anyone.
I’m a pretty crap dancer.
I think Michael Jackons is guilty.
I’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a mobile phone.
I listen to music on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months ...not passed out...
I have never been in a real relationship before.
I’ve rejected someone before.
I currently have a crush on someone.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I’ve had the cops called on me before.
I bite my nails.
I’m not allergic to anything deadly