So i just posted a ridiculously large two part wallfiti on facebook ranting about something i cant even really remember, i mean i could, i just dont want to open that tab to her profile and read over what I typed and draw any points out of it for further elaboration. because any further elaboration could result to a discussion of my sanity. I love doughnuts, they make my tounge spin with thump thump thump happiness and euphoria. i remember i went to a doughnut shop with a girl i liked at the time, she wasnt feeling well. and my old high school group pastor was there. quick intro and talk and whatnot. thats really all to it. except she wasnt feeling well. people i know hurting or not feeling well makes me sad, i want to make them soup, cookies, bring them a movie, hang out with them, talk to them, espically after any sort of surgerey that requires perscription pain meds to recover. their more fun to talk to that way. Except if their a dude. I’d play Left 4 Dead with them and thats about it. Guys can totally tough it out. unless it was a life or death situation. I’m tired, mildly dizy. and this was my freewrite. Take that complacent idiotic bloggers, I’m breakin the frakin rules.
Peace.
