05/10/2009

twisted smiles, sore sides and teenage complaints

Un: I laugh and I cough and I sneeze to stop myself from bursting into tears. Ha, my side hurts like a motherfucker. No fucking joke.

Deux: I'd be so much happier if the heart was nothing but a muscle. But of course God had to make us awkward creatures who relate emotions to a pumping organ inside our chests.

Trois: Need to find a calculator for maths or death.

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