tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54407912012-02-05T11:00:24.337-08:00sometimes life passes you by. Sometimes, you pass life by.Fallchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06244710810746380870noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440791.post-1054362280617403982003-05-30T23:24:00.000-07:002003-05-30T23:24:40.340-07:00ok, so this is my new blog. i dont feel like typing at whatever time it is. I just feel like lying in a bed with a woman i can call my own, thinking of, her, and having her think of me. God, too bed shit just doesnt go down liek that. damn. well, school is almost out and i cant wait to tell those damn suckers still there "sayonara!" god, jsut sick of it all. sick of it. the only persons i plan on keeping in touch with are peirce and probably kim. and maybe a few other people. but dont quote me on that one. there is a thin line between maybe and sure do. later. <br /> <br /> andy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440791-105436228061740398?l=southoftheborder.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fallchildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06244710810746380870noreply@blogger.com