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I suppose you Americans call them "fries" Albeit i don't care much for names. I just know they're pretty damn good.
this summer has almost ended. i love breathing in hot summer air, cold rain, humid atmospheres.
summer. it shouldn't be as intense in england, but i can't be sure to say.
met a boy while i was ordering fish'nchips in the afternoon. cliche, although it was well funny because he slapped me in the face, and i punched his stomach. by all means it was an accident :'d
name was Steven, his hair was brown, lanky, almost like me but with a little more to add in the toned muscle region (which i fail to have). i guess that's when i realized who he was, that or when he said "bloody hell you audacious oaf! what where you're going, y'know!?"
Ven. he's not much older than i am, just about a month and half. haven't seen him since i was eight, albeit, he's got the same face i can tell you that.
wonder if he's doing alright with his family. hell, i wonder where they live at the moment .__.
yet my attention span grows small = n=; i'm going to end it right here.
maybe i'll post tomorrow. maybe not.
if anyone reads this shite, feel free to drop a comment or two.
ta-ha.
 D A N N I _P A N I C · Tue Jul 22, 2008 @ 09:53am · 0 Comments |
