Apparently. I’m an addict. To what exactly? Good question. There’s actually quite a few things. It can go from love to drugs, to being in love with drugs. I surprise myself at times; actually, many times.This entry was posted on Sunday, July 26th, 2009 at 11:45 pm and is filed under Robots . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site. Edit this entry.
Private: Day 3
Well, I made it past day 2. Couldn’t have done it without you. I really wouldn’t have. I was about to break with 5 minutes of starting day 3, today. I’m glad I didn’t break my promise. To many, a promise is a promise. Promises are meant to be broken. Well, I don’t think that way. They don’t call it a promise so you can try and break it intentionally. Freal. That’s hella fucked up.
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im a slave to dick, i worship cock, i want nasa to strap me to a rocket and fire me into the sun