What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why do I continuously torture myself?
I must really be brain damaged.
Fuck My Life
Why do I continuously torture myself?
I must really be brain damaged.
Fuck My Life
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
LIVE FREE OR DIE!
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
LIVE FREE OR DIE!
Crawling into my king sized bed at 0830 in the A.M. after working the night shift is the best thing! My bed is pretty nice and very comfortable, if I do say so myself.
The only thing missing is someone to cuddle with.
The only thing missing is someone to cuddle with.
