Hey all Jigs,
Have anybody know who is the Mr. S yet? I admit that I'm giving you not enough clues to help you guess. But, I know, the real Mr. S is know that I'm refering to him. The Hot Pocket Rocket Guy is now started to forget how the 'panas' was feel, and sweat is for working. How do you do Mr. S? We hope you can suit your self, when's the party to celebrate it? Wait for me to be down there k...
Today, someone had move from her legacy shelter to a new place with a new job. Only one luggage in the hand, she starts a new life at about 20 miles from the ex-place. Not to far, but it's to much to deal with when you start a new life. Poor little girl, you start with a bad health, which is very hard to deal with. Don't forget your pills btw, or maybe your love's text already enough to reduce you temperature, if that so, you can seal the deal. Congratulations little girl for your new job. Say hai to the new, and goodbye to the darkest night live.
Until next entry.
With Pleasure
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