Death is a friend that stabs you in the back. Death creeps up on you when you least expect it. Death is not here now but be on the look out. And because of this Death can no longer be my friend.
Hello everyone. Just to let you know I am doing pretty good, but I am ready to get out of here for a couple of days. Talk to you guys Monday since I'll be gone to Gatlinburg.
Hey. I was wonder how you get a girlfriend? I cant figure out what is wrong with me in that department. And no I do not mean a store. I mean what could I do differently?
The other day I went to a Japanese steak house and I got the following fortunes:
You are a practical person with your feet on the ground. Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. The person you are thinking of is also thinking of you.
The last one kind of scared me. I mean could it really be true. Still around, Zac