Random musings

[robingoh]

What if our lives were pages in a book, written by an unwitting author, who is careless with his pen, and cares not what fates befall his characters?

In other news, sometimes I feel like a victim of a contempt that is reserved for those closest to you.

When I was a kid, my mom scolded me once for being nicer to my friends than to my brother.

Comments

[shaoann]

my mom accuses me of that all the time too ... bleah