That’s it. No matter how hard I try. Too worn out to do work during the evening. Arriving eight of the clock being the earliest does not help even a bit. Dinner then afterwards, Sandman’s cronies triumphantly persuades me to become intimate with, the bed. He sprinkles magic sand into my eyes. Who could actually defy such a wonderful offer? Nobody. ( Read more... )

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I can swallow the truth that you just turned eighteen this morning. But what I can't accept is the fact that you're now considered a lady, equates to a female homosapien of legal age, meaning you're a matured female, ergo female. That's just aint right. Oh please, lower down those knuckles the next time we meet.

If you were expecting something clever here then you were expecting too much.

I care so much about your birthday that I can stop caring about you or your existence.

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SMS from James:

Piglet sided to Pooh & whispered "Pooh?"
"Yes, Piglet?" said Pooh
"Nothing..." said Piglet
Piglet took Pooh's hand & added "I just want to make sure you're here."

Then I replied: "James?"
James: "Yes? What, why?"
Myke: "Nothing...I just want to make sure you're here. Wahahaha!!!"
James: "I should have not sent that to my guy ( Read more... )

Panels like this, I just want to dig a hole and hide from rest of the world. It feels such a bleargh when you don't become the comic character that people expect you to be or the cartoon hero you wished you were.

( I listed my thoughts again. When will I learn to stop this habit?
But it does help organizing them, for once. )

I'm in love when I sing vintage love songs that rhyme a lot.

- singing Happy Together by The Turtles.

"In spite of the long scroll you do on your phonebook, there would only be quite a few who would reply to you."

- on my attempt to attain attention.
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Zuper friendz assemble!!! ( back me up me on this one. )