I like to write about my feelings and my breakfasts. Especially bacon and eggs and sword fights, but sword fights isnt a breakfast... poop.

Monday, 28 November 2011
Movember 28, it's dark out, and my alarm clock broke... and I can't get my hair to do that flippy thing like that guy from that band can do. Some days, ya know?
Monday, 21 November 2011
Movember 17, 13 hour of the seventh day. Mood? Apahetic. My life is just a black abyss, ya know?
My darling 'stash is attracting the opposite sex, how wonderful. Looks like I'm going to support prostate cancer this year, then again, what is prostate cancer?
Ate some eggs this morning. They were eggy and scrambly.
However, the relationship between my good friend Romeo and a lovely lady named Juliet is growing stronger wether they know it or not. Holding hands as a couple and kissing. Sneaking out at night to see eachother, a forbidden practice, is brining them together. Yet I know that this relationship will end in tradgey, neither of them realizes that if one loves the other, yet the family will not approve, what will be the consiquence. Everything has a consiquence and I fear that soon they will be punished.
Ate some eggs this morning. They were eggy and scrambly.
However, the relationship between my good friend Romeo and a lovely lady named Juliet is growing stronger wether they know it or not. Holding hands as a couple and kissing. Sneaking out at night to see eachother, a forbidden practice, is brining them together. Yet I know that this relationship will end in tradgey, neither of them realizes that if one loves the other, yet the family will not approve, what will be the consiquence. Everything has a consiquence and I fear that soon they will be punished.
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