… by my previous post, well, too bad. That’s just the way it goes when you step on my tail. Get used to it or get a life.

Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothing to lose.

If you don’t like me pouring tomato juice all over you when you come to visit, don’t come dressed as a skunk.

Yeah, I don’t like Emos. I don’t like tattoos, body piercing or gobs of ear rings either.

But, on the other hand, I do like this sort of thing.

Beautiful, bright, full of life and colors. Compare that to the previous one. Dark, glum, sad, distorted perspective. Really; What would you prefer seeing every day? I’ll take the Hippy chick. You can keep your Emo.

Ma belle amie. You were a child of the sun, and the sky, and the deep blue sea.

Ma belle amie. Apres tous les beaux jours je te merci, merci.

Now, that’s better.