music: my therapy. i live for a good song, or two. or maybe three, four, five. can i get a six? seven? they say i'm a "perfect ten", but somehow still ballin' in at eleven. it's funny when you just let yourself go & don't allow that writers block to come into contact with your mind. from time to time: silly rap poems are created on my block. funny stuff: my grannie sent me an e-mail containing the most adorable article about a rabbit who saved her owner and owner's daughter from a fire. subject line title of her e-mail: bunnie saves family from fire. here's to all the lukey's of the world!! then, immediately following in my inbox was another from her, subject line titled: DO NOT READ THE BUNNIE ARTICLE. turns out, the poor buns died from smoke inhalation. she knows me all too well. for example, pertaining to movies: humans can die all day long but if any sort of animal dies - well then i absolutely WILL NOT sit down and watch the movie. anyways, gran & i both came to the conclusion : the rabbit was a courageous & brave hero.
|Lukey, don't be shy baby buns|
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