For photograph depicted below I give well-deserved credit to Ms. Nocom, Ms. Vu, and Mr. Frias.
- Clarisse: Cassidy, Cassidy.
- Cassidy turns around.
- Clarisse: Why do you talk like a FOB when you talk to Daddy?
- Cassidy: Because he understands.
Life is fantastic at the moment and yet all I do is anticipate the next fall. It’s putting an unneeded damper on the moment. I cannot deny it’s not coming, it is as you say “The calm before the storm”. Honestly, it would be better sooner than later, that way, it won’t come around and shit all over my vacation.
I never noticed that this was Chris Pine, and I’ve watched Smokin’ Aces like 18 times. On the subject of Chris Pine : I watched Star Trek, of which I APPROVE. Watch it.
I’m looking over the fact that Jamal and Salim look nothing alike.
YOU AIN’T MY DADDY.
By this time, I have consumed three Diet Pepsi…
Am I seriouly the only one who grew up playing this game? Putt Putt? Pajama Sam? Freddi Fish? Ringing any bells? I assume not. DID YOU NOT HAVE A CHILDHOOD?
Anticipation is killer, like this sweet take-home essay.
All summer long, Chelsea and I grubbin’ on cheese filled soft pretzels.
Many times, I find myself talking to an actual person I know, but in my mind. Does this make sense? I’ve never been the best at explaining myself. I’m trying to figure out why I do this. Sometimes it will be a conversation I’d like to have with them, sometimes totally irrelevent to any matters at all. It is quite similar to talking to one’s self. The use of another being to convey my feuding thoughts makes it easier to differentiate between my seperate ideals. Or it might just be, that arguing with a figurative actual person is slightly more sane than arguing with myself. Wait, scratch that.
Ignorance is bliss, and I plan on keeping you in the dark for a very long time. It’s pathetic how I’ve given up everything to live a life that I deem insufficient and undeserving of my privileged life-style.
The only thing that keeps me going is contradictions.