I was thinking of you last night while I was in bed and I thought of: Ya Boy Alex. You liked Ya Boy Alex, and I admitted my dislike for Ya Boy Alex. So there Ya go. :(
Sorry for being so harsh but
Never.
We need some India Ink, I think. No, I am certain of it. India Ink and... well, when you have collected that, I will tell you the next ingredient required. Don’t want to get ahead of ourselves now, do we? ;-)
nightie night :L) editL: smurfing L WETHERE IT
You should probably get bedding.
Some people can subsist entirely on pity, you know. Like the hunger artist.
I don’t see how anyone could lose from this arrangement.
It would be funny like a few years afterwards. But until then, that time is reserved for crying and hating life.
But then people will call you Captain Hook.
