Which apparently is nicer, but I wouldn't know. The only experience of Kent I've had is a-sitting on my Pillbox and looking at it. The Dumbass with the Big Castle-House sold it off for flats. Flats!
*I love my Pillbox. But it has beer cans floating in the bottom, which is sad*
Let us all sing the theme tune to CSI...
Oh yes.
*sniffles*
No D-Land For.Three.Weeks.
Three Weeks! What am I going to do?
I'm an Internet Junkie. Huh.
Grrrr. They usually filter it.
Because we write naughty words.
Hurrrr.
That was a yawn *yawn*
Oh. I wish I could write.
Write. Amazingly write. Yes.
There's something about being alone which makes me hyper.
It's the time I'm most likely to break things. Like my arms. Actually, I always wanted to break my leg. Is that wrong?
It probably is.
DIM!!!
yay!
what a great word.
I need to learn how to write.
Gah! I've got to go and associate with geniuses. How exhausting....
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: