time must be a bird.

or a plane.

no superman.

wadeva it's just weird. i swear i was figuring out how to use the dhs buttons for the first time only yesterday.

and talking about time, im bad at it. really. and somewhere in a crevice of my brain i know the truth. these damned games are gonna ruin my life. yes i know it, but somehow my cursor always seem to swiftly hover over the dreaded icon and click it twice. its like lighting a cigarette. a looooong one. argh wad can i do. boredom is not my choice. yea right.

hmm. it's weird that tomato puree actually mixes with lard. well. damn well. like they're the same thing, binded by an omnipresent psychic force. eww.

you know, affiliations can sometimes be scary. or rather sad.

morning. happy 2nd jan.