Dream me(thinking): *Sticking his hand, which has a small cut thing on it, in water* IMMA SON OF POSEIDON!!! WHY WON'T YOU HEAL, HAND?!?!?!??! :mad:


:p

Sometimes you are so difficult to follow, LST. Lol.

That kind of happened in my dream. I might have just been delusional and just a regular human instead of part bird and a half-blood. :p

Once, I typed cant't instead of can't.

Friends, I will remember you, think of you, pray for you. And when another day is through, I'll still be friends with you. ~ Friends with You, John Denver

And the gifts of growing old, all the stories to be told, of the feelings more precious than gold ~ Friends with You, John Denver.

You fill up my sense—*Screech* can't remember. :p

I just got done cleaning a bunch of bird feathers.:D

Cool! :D

That must have been fun.

Just kickin' down the cobblestones, lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy.

:p

You can find a song lyric for everything, cant you.

My mom says she can. :p There's one about rice cooking. And I think sandwich paradise. O_O

The song I'm listening to now makes me picture a dead body being dragged through Walmart("Let me die in your arms", "Let me always be with you"). :p