Feeling like the island. In the waiting room at the hand dr office and a lady just called a bunch of names to come back. Like the whole place starting buzzing. I swear I heard someone say something about going to the island. I know theyre gonna chop me up. Im totally an insurance policy. On the bright side that must mean that the other me that lives in the real world is filthy rich. I hope Im generous with my bux. I hope Im kind. I better not get chopped up for a jerk. This has all escalated quickly.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 15:31:01 +0000