I’m clutzilly testing out some images and stuff here. Disregard my putrid heirs.
This yearis the year of the Valentine fuck up. I realize that I will no longer make things from scratch when it doesn’t measure up. It disappoints. I worry myself to death and self-denial that my life is not going to please anyone 100%. That is fine with me because I will try harder next year. My life involves trying harder to reach my goal. Love is most important to me, and I will not accept subpar. Happy Valentines Day. No hard feeling. I love you.
No big deal is still a deal. Its okay if there is no sales tax, and you get your electronics and mp3 player at a discount. I went to the love of my life and had nothing to say in regards to worry. I am just going crazy in my memBRAIN. My life is content driven. I can’t drive. I am bologne to my cheese.