Last night I was again, a homier. But there is nothing wrong this, and why do you ask? Because a friend drunk dialed me and proved my point. He, on the other hand, is very skilled at not being a jerk or obnoxious while drinking. So we had a good conversation, and I didn't go to bed until 3. I woke up twice, once around eleven, and then around one. I regret this, but only because I couldn't spend all of my morning and then the rest of the day playing Harvest Moon.
I suggest you play it, though. It's quite addicting, and if you like the Sims, you know damn well that you're going to like Harvest Moon. Right, I usually have a small life lesson for these things, so I'll just put one up and then let you feast off of it and put in your comments.
This morning I woke up and I wanted to smile. There is something about smiling that I can't really seem to break, it has so many powers to do so many things, like healing and making it all better. But then it could be so wicked, so devilish, and then again.. so heartbreak. But it's a smile, and like all smiles, it's another way of putting on either a mask, or a new face. So smile, you're dying.
Note: ZaZa, it's okay! I like it when people follow my blog. :)
