You have now reached uproariously canny.

From talk to shock, and rock is all we got. Roll fell down the rabbit hole while scissors cut sinners, so now there's blood on the hardwood flooring. Everything was shit in Connecticut and then it's comforted. Truly, it's pouring, or pooring, when the bottom of the rock has chipped and torn holes within your socks. and now we've contracted financial AIDS, and an untreatable strain of the swine flu. Way to go, Mexico.

We'll ride scooters on vacation in fall. and throw dirty vegetable at golden subway ladies. Ninjas do not adhere to bedtime, or common florida law. friday nights are back.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Knock three times, I'll answer just as many. 'Cause I hate you, but I think about you everyday. While everyone else was perfecting their skills, I was falling in love.

Self-diagnosed with bereft limerence; I'm a doctor ninja, too. Baby, I can take it. You can. I shake when I see you, and cry when far away comes on cause that's our song. Happy birthday. I thought about you every second and that's my present for you.

The state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically involuntary, and characterized by a strong desire

for reciprocation of one's feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship.

Welcome, disease. and say goodbye to propriety. We're purging our friendships again and dealing such method to misdirected fools. We're phillip screwdrivers lost in a toolbox of flatheads. I'm moving. this summer. I'm home.

I don't have anything else to write about, and even if I did, it would all suck. So much for making a living out of this.