it's not that I don't have the time...
I just grow weary of livejournal...
Privacy can be enjoyed...
But I guess it's my choice not to tell you about my embarrasing piles comdition!

The wee hours of Friday morning were astounded at the presence of my hunched frame cycling around Collingwood ( Read more... )

Joy to the Bargain Bin ( Read more... )

Stupid Fucking Emo kids ( Read more... )

I can't believe I'm doing this ( Read more... )

G'day boys and girls, ladies and gents, capsicum eaters, geriatric llamas, the '76 Philadelphia Flyers, thespians, loop scientists and members of The Polyphonic Spree ( Read more... )

I feel the urge to use scourge in a sentence.
Pastor Dave nurtures a surge of repentence.
I burnt down the church and cleared all the pews.
Pastor Dave hurried to spread the good news.

Only one hyphenated word leaves the hairs on my arm saluting the sun..."mini-series."
I understand not the entertainment value of said word(s).
I'm really enjoying Coke at the moment, must be that 60% sugar content.
I think I love Lisa Simpson, yet...I feel like Milhouse.

Je me sens engourdi...
Je ne veux pas aller dehors...
Mon pyjama me contrôle...
Je veux des boissons avec le sucre...
Tous politiciens doivent être des coups et entassé négligemment...
Ma grammaire est baisé...

Love is conflict...
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I hate conflict...