...might we look upon our existence as a dream.

As I sit here partially drunk, I think of times that were simple. Times when I didnt have to worry about being punctual. When I didnt worry about how much money I had. When I wasnt in college and didnt have to worry about making good grades. When I wasnt married with a family of my own.

Simplicity is a precious, fleeting moment.

...I hope I sleep better tonite than last nite.
G'nite to all. Sweet dreams to thrashfolk, wherever she may be.

~B

Thinking back a few weeks, I seem to remember drinking heavily and getting into a fight with a good friend. Why is it that we, as humans, feel the need to damage ourselves so? I mean, we all know that alcohol kills all kinds of important shit in our bodies, yet we still drink like fish and wake the next morning with incredible hangovers and, in ( Read more... )

What judges wear under that robe?
Same for Nuns?
Do Scotsmen really free-ball?
Why everything tastes like chicken?
Why they say throw up instead of throw out?
Where they came up with a word like yield?

Me niether....

Had a good day today, other than the fact that Krys is very sick ( Read more... )

it works for me!

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Looked for you this afternoon, had to leave and take care of Krys. Call me later if you get a chance.

~B

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