reaaaaaallly bored. sorrryy, man.

this food for thought from shirley manson and the gang : "everytime you give yourself away, it comes back to haunt you...."

the suspense of not knowing who won the cheering competition. i mean, COME ON! what's the point of awarding?!?!?!?!?!?

to be more than this.

that things didn't turn out like that. (ooohh, cryptic.)

to drink/eat/consume/whatev some rootbeer float.

be rejoicing the victory of passing the week old overdue project. that's good stuff

for whatshallicallit.

the plurk dude, how the ever hell did you come up with the coolest idea in the world?

been staring at the stars and the skies for too long a time now. :|.