Yet another Desktop modifcation----can you guess whats different?
i love the snow, i love it, and normally I dont mind the freezing wind either... but when the heating goes on your vehicle of choice... it just plains sucks, and not in the good way i associate with cheerleaders and girls next door. I had to drive from east hawtford
to west bumfuck coventry with no heat the other day... that slighty got on my nerve, the spent the the night over my parents house(i dreaded at first, but slept my first 8 hours in a long long time)... the mom is doing better, sleeping alot, finally taking some meds(some). I honestly just don't care anymore
Yeah, I'm a good son
Here is some whitman
Beat! beat! drums!-blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows-through doors-burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying;
Leave not the bridegroom quiet-no happiness must he have
now with his bride,
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field
or gathering his grain,
So fierce you whirr and pound you drums-so shrill
you bugles blow
i love the snow, i love it, and normally I dont mind the freezing wind either... but when the heating goes on your vehicle of choice... it just plains sucks, and not in the good way i associate with cheerleaders and girls next door. I had to drive from east hawtford
to west bumfuck coventry with no heat the other day... that slighty got on my nerve, the spent the the night over my parents house(i dreaded at first, but slept my first 8 hours in a long long time)... the mom is doing better, sleeping alot, finally taking some meds(some). I honestly just don't care anymore
Yeah, I'm a good son
Here is some whitman
Beat! beat! drums!-blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows-through doors-burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying;
Leave not the bridegroom quiet-no happiness must he have
now with his bride,
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field
or gathering his grain,
So fierce you whirr and pound you drums-so shrill
you bugles blow
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P.S.- *rubs the hell outta Buddhas belly for tremendous luck tomorrow*
Peace my brother.