My head hurts. Actually, I think it is more my ears for some reason. I feel kind of weird and bad.

I am in a solitary mode I suppose.

I want to play music. I want to create it. I want a piano. I want a violin.

I miss it a lot.

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Ahh, the old familiar scent of the Christmas tree filling the house with goodness.

My stomach has been killing me lately. I have a deformed intestine most likely.

Two papers down, and one more to go. Then I have one last speech on thursday. It is oral interpretation, so it should be fun.

Bye morkinstock.

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You sound like microwave lettuce. You smell like boiled mayonaise. You look like cans. You taste like marty's chinook. You feel like mighty quinn.

It's getting cold. I need more layers. Yay.

I love you.

Life is darn good at this particular moment I have been so blessed to sit, breathe, and ponder. I am comfortable and being "comfortable" is such a nice feeling. I think it would be fairly safe to say that not many feel comfortable when, indeed, they are in quite a comfortable atmosphere. I fall victim to this uncomfortable comfort quite often. I ( Read more... )

Hey kid, I opened the door and you looked shocked.
No, that isn't my cell phone.
We don't use Sprint.
Ok, cool.
I'll see you around.
I always see you riding that bike of yours.
You build pretty good jumps.
Keep it up.

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