… nothing.
[I already wrote that entry. Then I accidentally clicked a bookmark. By hitting 'back' I returned to the entry page. Everything was gone..
Ack.
Maybe I'll do it again. Later...]
Everything happens for a reason, except possibly football.
… nothing.
[I already wrote that entry. Then I accidentally clicked a bookmark. By hitting 'back' I returned to the entry page. Everything was gone..
Ack.
Maybe I'll do it again. Later...]
Jeck, jeck, jeck. *sighs*
Those who stray from the true path
will find their slates empty and vast.
But those who heed the call of the ctrl and c
are awarded with bloggers’ eternity.
Amen
*pfft*
Beware the blasphemy, infidel!
— The sky opens and a majestic beam of light shines down on jeck.
“Oh, jeck, thou art forgiven. Be blesséd, younger one, for great things lie ahead.” —
On a second thought, I really wonder what my brain makes up from time to time.
And it may very well be that we have some kind of reciprocal brain-link amplifying our - ehm - special characteristics.
Do you remember your early childhood? I mean, maybe our memories are faked?