So if you live your life in a three piece suit,
In a cocktail dress, or combat boots
You pick your path and you walk your truth
And the world will come round to you.

Pop the cork, a champagne glass
Raise to the future, drink to the past
Thank the Lord for the friends he cast,
In the play he wrote for you.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...

*sigh*


posted by BBN at 2:15 PM | 4 comments

hehe yay for /. ;)

How you can break Murphy's Law

Pretty funny if you ask me :D

and yes...i'm still SUPER SUPER stressed right now...*SIGH*.... :(

posted by BBN at 1:40 PM | 3 comments