I am a little sloppish in my works recently, especially presentation. I know not of anything such as like socially with other people. I generally categorize them as entertaining.
I have a thousand of reasons, explanations and prolly a dose of excuses to give you a description of what i have and the situation i am in now.
I over emphasize things. I ask stoopid questions. I really think every one is good natured.
Things like that makes me happy for awhile, regretful next and then i get over it. Simple.
I really need a good cup of milo, before i can start work. Gosh.. and it is about three to seven hours before i have to complete my entire work and i am right here facebooking and like dreaming of my cup of milo. Dearest hun. Please wake up already. I feel so fat. I need to lose weight. I prolly said that like a hundred and twelve times but i am not doing anything right yet. O come one, be hard working already (and working smart).
Sh!t.
Leaving, Suie.
When whispers no longer survive;
Happy.
Because there's you and me.
Misfit in living
Little notes
Kiki.Suie.
I am the millionth person living in one.
Complicate simplicity and naive over complexity.
Heart boys with small eyes and thin wide smile.
a. Book Thief
b. The alchemist
c. All new Tales edited by Neil Gaiman and Al sarrantonio - Stories
d. LBD (Sex lies and online dating! A date in your diary! Not another Bad date)