Peripeteia.

Musings again.

You know when you read a book, it gets you thinking about a kazillion stuff.
Like do the things that happen in books actually happen in real life? I mean obviously not fantasy thingamajigs, but those you know what I mean luh.

I mean its obviously made up, but do such things actually happen in our daily lives.
Like they talk about how people always meet their other half and stuff. It makes me dubious, and lierally wince at true love stuff that they spew. Granted I love chick flicks and romance novels and what nots, but I wish there will be a dose of reality to it.

Okay crap, ditto to what I am saying.
I'm offically wonked out.

I seriously need to start exercising or dieting.
My thighs are shit assed fat especially with my constant eating of who knows what 24/7.

Damnation, sew up my mouth please!

Ah shit to WR.

Goodnight.