Theres something she made me feel. A something i stopped thinking was real. And with her smile, she puts in place. Hot blood to blush my face. She needs to make a decision. She need not make one. She should smile as bright as the sun. For her all things are undone.

Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are. You Look Like My Next Mistake. Senin, 31 Oktober 2011. Hopefully you readers, blogwalkers, can get something inspiring from my blog.

Une goutte de bonne humeur, une pincée de mauvais caractère, une cuillère de bons gros délires. Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.

it took me awhile to remember what the heck i was referring to when i titled it, but i think that my recollection may be somewhat accurate.