The Shoutbox
i am quite drunk. very drunk in fact. hope everyone is okay. "all i ever wanted was a little love to take the pain away"
Then it hit me: It was the vomiting.
The vomiting hit you?
I remember my sophomore year of college like it was yesterday--the walks down to the ravine under the moonlight. I would softly amble down to the edge of the creek, press my hands against my thighs, and cordially vomit at the water's edge. Yesterday I was wondering what it was about those walks that moved me so, made me so calm.

Then it hit me: It was the vomiting.
Gandhi: rolemodel and hero of the nonviolence movement, or a cheeky monkey with nae trous on?
To the extent that I am not wearing pants is the extent to which my thoughts yet again return to Yoda.
I am desperately insecure? I don't know...bad habits from another vbulletin site.
Why are you in stealth mode NimChimpsky?
I am risen, born of the flesh, torn of the soul. Yoda, fly with me to Bounty Land. I AM your sweet sugar candy-man.
Oooo…. Getting married in a cemetery would be cool… … and I’m fine… just nursing a slight… um…. aftermath of overindulgence…
Hey meow-meow kitty. Going to the cem..e..tary, and I'm gonna get ma..a..rr..ied. Well, maybe not, but I'll be taking flowers. How about you? Ah hell, I'm leaving anyway. Ciao!
Hello M’Lord…How are you today?