Sunday, March 30, 2008
mister would you please help my
Life is constant battle of getting your body to stop trying to kill itself. "I want to move! I want to fly!" it says. "No, you cannot." I say, "You cannot move because you still have 7 more hours of sitting to do".
I've got a superhero coming.
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Because I feel guilty again for not posting
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