written by owen on 2008-Oct-26.
If I turned everything into a project I would never getting anything done. Like wise if I remembered every little detail, the scent of your hair, I never would never leave.. I am never the same. I am annoyed, sleepy and fresh out of supplies from the supermarket - I may not make to the end of the week. I am merely the personification of all your mid summer night's dream's wetness. The perpetual orgasm that you don't understand.
While eating cold seasoned fries that I had bought at lunch and tried to save until later in the day but failed because I kept eating them. You'd be surprised how a medium serving of hot fries can be reduced to nothing if you just take out one last one, every 10 minutes or every three months.
I'm sorry for laughing at the none-sexually-transmitted herpes rash on your lip, and flinching when you tried to touch me. At the time I assumed the worst or the funniest in my case. It was a reflex action, you know I'm not good :(. if we can't laugh at ourselves who can we laugh at? Tears dry on there own. All the ads on television desensitized me to your plight. All I have to say is A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word. A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word.