Stress...What Stress!

Life is like a ciggerette, you set it on fire!

so hr gos its tim to show that i have learnt so much his last year more than you could no. i hav bn singing trying to figur out who the hll i am laving it to you when i know its down to m but coming to a ralisation at th sam tim that it is m in control of my lif not you. so sad f that jrks your offnc, but i did warn you this blog wold say it how it is. som find it hard to undrstand thr rasons i bha th way i do but you knw what yuo will hav to acct it and notic this is my lif, i will hl if you lt me. 

He stands over in the kitchen and begins his work. I look over worriedly wandering what his next move will be, but instead of disapating into anticipation I ask strait do you really need me the man states he does and doesn't understand my asking. I look to and throw, him the kitten me and thank god I prayed on that star as heaven only appears in the movies...or does it!

Speaking up won't fend people away because I didn't run

You are what you eat, unless you get off your ass and do the laundry