The tales, rants, and reviews of a ghost writer on a quest of self-discovery.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Wheel of fortune
I hate those fu**ing wheeled shoes kids are wearing these days. Darting around everywhere, as if walking was so last year. I hope you get shin splints you ungrateful bastard . . . . . and Chicken pox . . . . . . or maybe just an ingrown toenail. Chicken pox seems rather harsh.