Ok, I havent been officially there yet, but I'm planning on finding a place to live there, though I love the kids there are things that I should like to do that cannot be done with them peeping or with all the little "onlookers" as we call them.
ok, now why did I choose to write? to tell the story of What was I thinking that I asked on twitter the otherday, since I promised to tell a story "pure fiction" ofcourse. So here goes:
I realized at 4 am that I had a camera oh, wait the story deepens, like Tolkein said the good ones do... cool.Why was I up at 4 am? sick, no bad dream, now unable to sleep due to longing and confusion, that had built up in my mind to the point where it began flooding into my spirit and drowning me so I woke up gasping for air, that waswhen I realized that Nick's laptop had a camera. though I just told kenny it was no worth playing on cause it was slow and didn't have a microphone, so he went and brought me one. Pych, did you actually believe this? looser!
I was sleeping in the Toy room cause everyone knows how much I love to play with toys, I decided to use them as props, but then decided not to, sorry Matt. Great Scott!
ok, so I was really thinking that I wanted guys to reassure me that I wasn't a hideous beast and my job issues were somehow the fault of the economy, that will be changed by Obama, yet, in this "preObama" toy room. I got the idea that I could take a picture of me at my worst and if no one commented then I was ugly and they were heeding the old saying ,"If you can't say something nice don't say anything at all." but if they did comment favorably on such a current picture, though wretched, I could regain my self esyeem and conquer yet another part of this silly Brain infection. sure my ballance stinks, but I will continue to improve, besides pictures do not show ballance issues, and Nick promised that he did think thaty I was attractive and "perfect" and quite frankly he isn't a liar. oh who the heck is Frank Lee and how is it he constantly finds a place in my stpries, eh?
ok, that was more fact than fiction, but I found myself preoccupied today and unable to create such a good story and so I rush to wite this and go to bed. before nick logs in to this computer remotely again to "onlook" himself. sounds intriging, huh?
not really. but hey, who am I to judge what interests you?
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