DON BIGG "DARET" video lyrics
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DON BIGG "DARET" video lyrics
Jacques Daret, Nativity, 1434-5. Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid.
me: do you want to skype? ownedeverysecond: okay, but I can't talk. me: that's fine. OES: ...or listen. me: ??????? OES: Oh. OES: I thought you just wanted to see my face xD me: -_________________-
Danica, I ate a whole thing of fudge and now I'm sleepy.
Actual infant ownedeverysecond
cosmogyros: I seem to have acquired a temporary girlfriend. ownedeverysecond: Aren't all girlfriends temporary? Me: well then.
As of today, ownedeverysecond and I have been dating for exactly one month, so I feel safe in confirming that he is not, in fact, a werewolf.
So earlier today I left my macbook charger in ownedeverysecond's room and went to class, so when I got to the library my battery was pretty low. Jaret was working at the link help desk so I went up and said, "Do you have a macbook charger I could borrow?" Jaret says, "Actually, I do." And then he reaches into his backpack and pulls out my charger.
sometimes ownedeverysecond and i will be just sitting on his bed doing our own things on our laptops and i'll be playing pandora and i won't really even be sure if he's awake or something but then a song will come on and he'll just start singing along, sort of low and murmury and it's times like that that i think about being happy and how happiness isn't really something we deserve or that the universe owes us and sometimes happiness happens to bad people or fails to happen to good people, and i guess what i'm trying to say is that, i don't know whether fate is written or whatever, but i'm not going to think about it too much either way, because, as kurt vonnegut said, "if this isn't nice, I don't know what is."