You'd never guess who I keep thinking about. I say to my little sister. Who? she says. Chopper! (a favorite boyhood dog) I reply. Then, I wake up disoriented and in a panic, thrashing around in the bed unable to breathe.
The lamest recurring nightmare in history.
The guys at the shop where I take my cars are great. I'm going to send them some pizzas or something.
The stray cat has come back around. I let it in for a minute now and then. When people are around they inevitably comment on how vocal it is. That's the most talkative cat I've ever seen...
The shows Grimm and Terra Nova are still OK- not great.
If they are good at it and have been doing it any time at all, people who work as wait staff in restaurants are almost always sharp witted and very intuitive.
I am not loved by as many people as I love in this world and I'm satisfied with that.
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I don't even want to ask what you were looking for when you found that image...
Dahn- Ha. It seems I was looking through Awkward Portraits (or something like that).
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