think random thoughts.
Ever wonder what it's like to be someone else? Everything I know about this world originated from me. What would the world be if I was unme? Or Padme? At least Padme's attractive.
What about the sorrow of parting is sweet? I hate parting! Even if it's only for a little bit. Maybe that's because I'm always either the first or the last to leave. When I'm the first to leave, everyone's still having fun. When I'm the last to leave, I'm all alone. I need to start aiming for the middle area.
Is it cruel not to care?
Nothing says 'Welcome home' like sleeping on the floor in the living room.
I swear thefacebook.com is adding people as my friends without my being the wiser. I can't remember adding or confirming anyone in the recent past. I was never very wise, though.
What makes one person a better singer than another? Do all people have the same potential to have great voices? It seems like such a simple task. Hold your voice at one frequency, then change it, manipulate it, so and so, until you sound excruciatingly beautiful. I guess it's one of those things.
What makes you so good at it, Jason? Why can't I speak the language of the guitar like you can?
There it is. A post. Hope you're happy. BOYFRIEND.