married at Disneyworld? and I got no job. I'm so excited, but I've got a prob. No cash, no credit, and way too much debt, I couldn't afford to pay for a pet.
^the poem for a dude we know ----------------------------------- there's an alien at the door, see ya
Was I sleeping? yes, of course.
I should go back, not discourse.
But a chance to send a message, at 4 AM appeals, at 4 AM reveals. And I hate it when the writers, use full-line repetition.
Who the hell makes a livejournal entry that only says, "Life is pretty fuckin' crazy, man"?