sometimes i wonder does god just not care are is he to busy ignoring your prayers
I'm a selfish, little pig of a man.
The last person to get across that town in under three hours was yelling "The British are coming! The British are coming!"
This is how sad my life is: I got a scar from scratching my chicken pox too much. That's my big scar story. I really have no major scars.
I had an iPhone and a Droid and both of them were miserable pieces of equipment.
Apparently there is no profit in the unique, or not enough to make it worthwhile to preserve. Ultimately it drains the life out of us, and existentialism starts to make more and more sense.