Friday, February 13, 2009

Shit,ran out of poem and the gupta is again pissed and lanba is too exited and the bengali is as usual hopeless.tomo, my bday and i regret it.think i should forget my ass and its sensory perception for a while, it has my condolences,along wid the shiity kanpuris.
love is beautiful,but so is mars.but that dosent mean you indulge in it.i love the college fests,they teach you what fests aren't supposed to be.desktop cpus are noisy,brrrrrr.Guess whats good about birthdays,nothing.first you get ass-whooped and then your money is squandered, its more like,kill-the-guy day and not birthday,or mayb thats what bdays are about.god,i hate whats coming my way.

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