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Well, that cost a lot of money. I'm not sure it was worth it. On the other hand, they did things to the Xterra I wasn't willing to do in the 2 years I've owned it, so I suppose in that respect it was worth it. It's shiny, so that's something.
 
At what point does "making something of yourself" give way to contentment?

I'm too tired to runaway tonight.

Maybe tomorrow.

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps at this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time …"

Yeah, mebbe tomorrow.
 
yui said:
At what point does "making something of yourself" give way to contentment?

I'm too tired to runaway tonight.

Maybe tomorrow.

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps at this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time …"

Yeah, mebbe tomorrow.


"as god is my witless, i shall nevah be hungry again."

or

"i'll just think about it tomorrow."

move ovah vivian, here comes yui! :kiss: :heart:
 
yui said:
At what point does "making something of yourself" give way to contentment?

I'm too tired to runaway tonight.

Maybe tomorrow.

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps at this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time …"

Yeah, mebbe tomorrow.

:kiss: to the little runaway.
 
vella_ms said:
"as god is my witless, i shall nevah be hungry again."

or

"i'll just think about it tomorrow."

move ovah vivian, here comes yui! :kiss: :heart:
*eying the drapes* Mebbe.

Thanks for not doing Little Orphan Yui. ;)


carsonshepherd said:
:kiss: to the little runaway.
Thank you. I needed that.

:kiss: for the God who hears voices. I hope they were happy voices and not voices raised in abject terror. *nods*
 
I have a scar on my back. Technically it is a birthmark, I call it a scar.

When people ask I can't really tell them the truth, it sounds like a lie or a boast. I had spinalbifida, forgive the spelling, but when I was born I was healed, leaving only the scar and some very confused doctors.

My mother paraded me around when I was younger, showing my scar off to everyone. Then the story would come and then people would just look at me like my legs would just suddenly stop working.

In school everyone said I had a second belly-button, or a back-button. The really smart ones said I had a hole in my back.

The dry weather made me think of it.
 
A few years back I was in an airport with a three hour delay and found my way to a cafe area. I sat there mostly alone, sharing a table with some stranger due to space who was later pointed out to be a b-movie actor.

I would like to sit down and have a cup of coffee with Stella_Omega. Not exactly sure why, but I think the conversation would be interesting. That and I need to get her back for getting that damn song stuck in my head. I got music... damm you.
 
I wish I could have a real tragic love affiair and get so depressed that I'd just quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway.
:D
 
My head is fucking itchy. I can never reach the back of my leg to shave it effectively and that pisses me off. Yeah.
 
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.

I will not fail.
I will not fail.
I will not fail.
I will not fail.
I will not fail.
I will not fail.
 
lucky-E-leven said:
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.
I will be ready for tomorrow.

I will not fail.
I will not fail.
I will not fail.
I will not fail.
I will not fail.
I will not fail.
yes you will
no, you wont​
im here for you to lean on.
 
He's moving out. His parents are at our apartment right now helping him and I'm sitting here at the coffee shop just waiting for it all to be over. I can't feel. This was supposed to be our place -- ours. What the hell have I become?
 
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