I tend to address myself as a bloke a lot. Wishful thinking, I guess.
I see a certain someone I sort of looked down on has more potential than I realised.
I found a new subject to dissect.
I just set the packet of smokes on fire, and I'm not sure how.
I completley fucked up my opinion of a crazy-ass motherfucker to the point of which I have no idea weather I hate him, fear him, admire him or respect him. Probably all.
I had a rough week.
Oh, and you'd be so much better in person. Come back. :)
For the record,
I have no fucking idea what's going on anymore.