Getting tired of life...amost...

tired of the same faces, repetitive...everything is so predictable. Except for one person, the sparkle- the flash of light and all hope.

a Some one.

We can all sit around and critic every point of exsistance. We can all complain and sterotype ourselfs with different degrees of pride. And i'm just sick of it...

So, i am getting ready to cut my finger nails. I figure this time i won't just throw them away...maybe some one out there needs them! Maybe some one out there wants my fingernail clippings. If this is the case, e-mail me with a shipping address and these beauties will be all yours.

and yes, i'm serious.

<-gordon & maroon->