4-29-03-Exists at this moment
Done for. Gone forever. Good riddance. Adios. Adieu. Sayonara. Ciao. Won’t be missed. Auf Wiedersehen.

The heart of the matter is the heart of the story. From The Heart of Darkness to The Tell-Tale Heart the heart has been an integral part of all story telling, and of all human life. The heart as the seat of emotion and a symbol of the soul, and all that being human entitles, it is more than a simple organ. Whenever one notes the word heart in any good work of literature, he knows to keep an eye out for a theme or important idea. So too, shall the heart of space be.

If you shoot your foot off while doing something stupid, don’t loose all hope. You can still run on your knees. So don’t whine to me, begin to get hopping. Mhm. Go away.

Not much has come to be written today. That’s too bad, so sad. He won’t listen to reason. It’s not my fault that he is so irritating. He doesn’t understand I win. Bye-bye.

And now we go, because he should sleep, and I have more important stuff to do. Yes he has. Deja vu. Stop talking! It’s too late! RPGs loose! Ha-hahahah. No more, good day. Deep thoughts. Not really.

Two dogs make up a pair. So there.

Thoughts and feelings on what we can not see. The most important thing sin life are those which normally you cannot comprehend. They make little sense at first, but as time goes on, their value to your life increases, and your understanding grows. If truth comes easy, either it is not the real truth, only a well disguised false-hood, or it is a simple truth, one that has little context to your life.

Why do women get to carry purses, but men have to cram everything they need into a wallet and their pockets? While I do concede that women carry more in terms of makeup, I don’t know any man who can carry everything he wishes to with him easily, without brining an extra bag of some sort. Clearly this is societal sex-discrimination, and it must be stopped. Join in the “Free Purse” campaign to give men the right, in the eyes of society, to carry some form of handbag in which to hold important items.

Three different words that should be one. I’ve already talked about this many times, but I will still complain. Why isn’t any man one word? It seems so perfect. But the red light’s on, so my time is up. I’ll be here this same time next week, but probably will have forgotten this week. So long no, don’t forget to write.