A sense of rhythm was never one of my strengths. I once tripped and fell out of bed while lying still, staring at the ceiling, thinking about lint.
Anyone know where I can buy used cinnamon? (Willing to pay bottom dollar.)
At the time I was in kindergarten, I was in kindergarten. I mean, like totally age appropriate. Like the last time ever too. Now I collect Pokemon, whatever that is, and play video games and skateboard professionally and stuff, so I totally fit in, and being 75 and still living with Mom doesn't matter, to anybody, so it's all cool. Still.
Chickens don't seem to dance as much as they used to, at least around here.
Couldn't care less, unless I cared less. Always an option these days.
Before we take this too far, I think you should know that I'm made entirely of meat.
Have anything worth adding? Then try sosayseff@gmail.com
Me? Deathly scared of tweezers operated by wheezing geezers.
