a breakfast for losers...

My mind has become fidgety.

Is eight hours too far?

Is not wanting to be away from family a valid reason for not wanting to go somewhere?

Am I just being a wuss?

I'm dumb.

Thank you, and goodnight.

I wish I never visited Montreal. Now there are memories of fun dented on the sidewalks which I couldn't bare to walk on again by myself.

Have I mentioned I'm a wuss?

I've been accepted to CONCORDIA University.

I am quite pleased.

Which you cannot see.

But I swear to you my palms are sweating.

The End.

You might ask, "Who is this man? "
And I just might tell you, or I just might not.
But I can tell you that its in his eyes. (and maybe in the sunrise)
Although I'm sure his typewriter was more sophisticated.
And I'm sure he wouldn't wear that hideous blue shirt.
But his arm was really that hairy.
Possibly the other arm as well.
We will never know.

I have been drawing lately.

how strange.

Well, the last one isn't a drawing. but.

Do-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da and here I am.

I need to get a life.

Care to join me?

We can dig holes, stick our heads in them, AND shout as loud as we can. Maybe someone will care and reply back.