I think I have used Word on my laptop a total of 3 times, this and twice to print pizza coupons. Such a waste. This will not be a love story, not it will contain any dhishoom, I don’t promise no gimmicks. If that’s your kick, turn the page.
Oh yes, journal. I thunk it was for 12 year old girls, who wanted their girl friends and could be boy friends to know which color shoes their mom bought for them at Ross. Statistics disprove me. It’s a business and busier in the busiest part of the world – east, so surely not so lazy and unemployed pastime.
Why am I here? I don’t have no pink shoes to show, nor I need to get laid. (that will be explained later, so said Naarada)
I don’t have any desire to express myself to anyone. Damn, that is the most emotional sentence I wrote in more than a year. I must have read it on the back of a sappy paperback somewhere.
Maybe this isn’t for me.
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