I just realized that every single time my instincts have told me something, I've been right. Not here and there, not once in a blue moon...every God damned time. I'm surprised I didn't notice this sooner.
Wasn't really planning on writing a blog on MySpace, but alas, here I am back on the OLD SKOOL blogger, writing down just a few quips about life in general as of late
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1) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. "Who am I? My name is Ned. I do not like my little bed. This is no good. This is not right. My feet stick out of bed all night" - One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish
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