Fuckers yeah fuckers
16 January, 2004
And then came the rain...
it fucking comes down in damn big sized buckets these days don't it? Fucker.
Hey so in the end there was sunshine in the form of a little me-mail from a person I adore. All I needed was that- 'go and knock someone's socks off.'
Along with a 'if the timing was different... '
Its like a body bandaid.
I'll explain later.
Fuckers.
No not you- them.
Look, see em? Yeah those fellas. Fuckers.