Bonjour!

There's actually a million ( well not actually a million ) things I wanted/want to write about, and yes writing CAN be a great form of catharsis ( in which humans really need to find their own lest we kill our fellow humans or, kill ourselves ) .

However, time, mood, and other invalid but justifiable reasons for my inertia explains the sparodic hiatus.

A quick flashback! The Douglas Olivero kid at the underpass gosh you make me weep....the Cheapskates Phenomena....never take sweets from a stranger ah but I just did....Cheapskates Phenomena has no correlation with religious beliefs.....people should STOP. singing Sweet Child Of Mine, the child is already dead. And as always, the everyday commuters on the train continues to repulse. And naturally, that excludes myself. *with every ounce of haughtiness you can imagine *

I have a friend who's at Le Cordon Bleu. Now, do you?

Oh who cares about your friend with 10 cars?

Go crazy in France Madonna. Make french babies.

EEEEEEEEAHH!

Now. While I take a breather, here is something hilarious. He must have had a really nasty experience. I like the beats.