

merry christmas.
be merry.
from the heart, to the heart.
many blessings, many friends.
you can only encourage honesty, not enforce it.
a question is often best answered with a question.
the question is not what someone is waiting for. they're not waiting for anything. but the question is why are so many people rushing?
question session.
the world and bugsy, how to the two coincide, that is, has been, and always will be the question.
we've come full circle.
to grr or to rawr, that is the question.
My conscience is [mostly] cleared.
Nothing but an empty box and a question mark.
try to ask a question i wont' answer.
she has god's fingerprints on her heart and soul.
every single box in checked in my mind except for the promise of demand, that's the only thing in question.
in my opinion there is no such thing as a question that crosses boundaries.
it sucks when you drop a crumb of something that matches the carpeting you dropped it on.
for the last time...it has no point.
and i will call this home for eight months, a.k.a. my love pad.
it all begins/began with a question.
now how's that muffin to swallow, huh.
not so much love, not as much as the will to love. it's not so much livng, as it is the will to live.
don't forget that so many of the things you want to know are only a question away.
a little close to home now.
rawr.
taking out the acorns.
when you write...sweat.
random question rampage.
i am disgusted by people who buy pre-packaged store bought chex mix and offer it at a party, that is very offensive to me, if you buy that terrible chex mix keep it to yourself.
that's cooler than a slurpee on steroids.
dude you rock like a stone.
go get your life on.
hmm to be ethical or not that is the question, but it's never been a difficult answer.
i think i ate too much life today.
three squirrels (two brown, one black), an ethernet port, and a note book.
there is no question that i found some motivation lately, welcome round two, now the problem is to find motivation in things that make money, but fruit is better for you than money.
wow baby, you're as smooth as butter, can i be your toast, so you melt into me.
wow baby, you're as hot as toast, can i be your butter, so i melt into you.
i'm just tacular for now.
the question is...was it the shower, walk, and long nap that made you feel better, or...was it the ladle of b.love sauce.