I just went to the book store to pick up the newest Eragon book for my friend. I went in and straight to the isle on which I assumed it would reside. About thirty seconds late, a lady asks me if I need help finding anything and I tell her I'm looking for the aforementioned book. We walk back out the isle and she points out the giant white and gold end cap, specifically for this book, that I had walked right past.
Hey! Let's talk about serious thing. We're gonna talk about guitar, dude.
daseb wrote:sorry dude, I apologise, val kilmer was a great songwriter and truly understood the mystic ways of the native american.
Well, I've had friends whose reputation preceded them in unpleasant ways. It can be pretty harsh, not because everyone you meet will have heard bad things about you (they won't), but the suspicion is there and that shit can tear you down. Not that fun having your existance be a joke to people..
Also, why monitor others? Nothing wrong with having secrets.
I relate more to commander data than I like to admit. Seriously, I have no idea what my emotions are telling me, or how to interpret and deal with them if I can identify them.
every so often, when the shit really hits the fan, i have a go at smoking again. i never last longer than a few packs, because the chronic bronchitis comes back with a vengeance. it's no fun feeling like your bronchial tubes have been scrubbed with steel wool. i miss smoking with a painful ardor, though, even though i quit in 1999.
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
