Computer, my love. Ohhhh happy day.

Soo where do i begin....?

i mean...its...like been close to a year....not...its been...wait.....

i don't know....really. Hahaha well in a matter of simple words.....busy.

But the word is over used and so on, soo hows "Life is a sexy girl thats hard to get, sometimes you score, most times she *Squeak* blocks you."

yeah.... that sums it up.

Anyways back to the question.....it all begin when well my life was in the gutter.
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You know what...screw that, to much life told stories on my trouble, and not enough on yours. So in general...

I'm sorry.

Simple plain and true. But truth be told i am on a chair parked infront of a desk with my *Squeak* on it. And i tell you....it feels good. Hehehe. And with my fingers pressing hard on a plastic square.....yeah yeah you get it by know since i am writing...no typing it all.

I have a computer.

Person that doesn't give a *Squeak*: So what!?

Well my beloved....i have your mom on it!

PTDAS: Shes over 90 years old....dude thats just wrong, you really just are the most sick minded person-BEEP

Ahem.....anyways short...no long story TO short story, i can finally start uploading stories once again.

Thank you and....

Mahalo