Current Residence: In a valley next to a murky dark and evil river. Favourite genre of music: I can dig to anything honestly. Operating System: A trained surgeon with steady hands. Shell of choice: Taco Wallpaper of choice: One that hides the Ear in the Wall. Skin of choice: Clean skin. Personal Quote: Wait...what?
I've been pondering this:
What's worse, having a psychiatrist tell you your a figment of your friend's imagination.
Or
Being the friend who imagined up the friend above, and being footed the bill?
Today I turn twenty one, walked into my room to find pants, cookies, brandy and a George Foreman Grill. Woot, now I can drink and gamble? well I guess it was worth the wait.
Top reasons while I'll get sick this season:
1: Went outside with wet hair. "It'll dry faster"
2: Slept with an open window. "I need fresh air to sleep"
3: I lost my pants and am looking for them. "Did I leave them in the garage?
4: I eat to much sugar and anger the cold bacteria. "O'boy, cake!"
5: I will be around sick people "My hugs will make you better!"
Just a silly idea -shrugs- that's it...and they're all true reasons.
Thanks for faving the playful otters in "Let's sweet talk & play fight..." ...and thank you for sharing the enjoyment warpedwings Please do keep on watching???