My life is a series of run-on sentences and dead-end thoughts. Mix this with an urge to merge on the freeway and you have me down pegged. I follow the beat of drums, heartbeats, odd knocking sounds in engines, you name it. I see things slightly askew from other people, finding beauty where others see neglect or delapidation. People would call me crazy for the things and events I like, but I just remind people I am insane, not crazy. There is a difference: Insanity is genius gone wrong.
2 comments:
I'm glad to hear that ur starting to save money from gas. Also girl's he already named it Penny! So better luck next time. = P
What!? No Toast!?
No French Toast. :(
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