The Silent Room

The keyword, ladies and gentlemen, is expression.

I’m never really good at giving people advice. I think it’s good that I have take my own medicine sometimes. No point giving out advice to people when I don’t live up it to them myself. Perhaps I should live, too. It’s never good when someone slams the door in your face.

I want a pet. Smokey here finally returned after he left Jordan‘s home for almost a month. Nirah has got her own cat, too, Nemi [Name Me]. Yaaarrghhh!!! I WANT MY OWN PUSSY!!!

Well-timed sarcasm shuts anyone up quicker than anything else. Well, at least it works on smart people :p

“I am my own religion, my own God, and my own Hell. Heaven maybe somewhere out of reach, but it’s a place worth going through Hell for.” I can’t remember where I read or heard those words, but they still strike a chord in the back of my head whenever religious friction takes place. I [...]