Attention ladys, gents and all Mr. Slave wannabes,
It is my greatest pleasure and deepest intent to cut out the bull and snap with the news. As you very well know, ok, you don't but I've got a little zing zing for sayings. Tracing words into the very air we breath is what creates, forms and shapes the great mohawks of our society.
So, with that said, the slaves may leave now. As for the rest, please stay as I post, think and dive into this journal with made up crap doodled by yours freaky.
(Lights, Camera annnd Dolphins that say: "Skank Skank!" wink
"The stage is your book, and you, the character, turn it's pages."
That one kinda popped up on me while thinking about being an actor. It's cheesy, cliche' and over buttered but I think it will stick to me for a very long time.
The last one for the night:
"Safe from the clasping hands of grieving beings, you are now at peace."
Someone I didn't know too well but still made contact with died recently. The "clasping hands of grieving beings" refers to family and friends, including myself, who awaited for her to recover from a serious car crash but the brain damage was too massive for there to be any hope. Though I'm still not at ease over all, atleast she is in a better place now.
With that said, goodnight everyone. Now it's time for Nanny 911 and some Trading Spouses! D:
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