The Fridge makes Noises. And when it goes out of Sequence.. I get worried... And knock it about with a Sledge hammer. It soon jumps back to Attention. Barely able to think as of Late, just where i am going. Europe for sure on my quest of Romance in the Rain. Just to stand in the rain and smile so Softly, as the rain touches my face Lovingly. Nothing beats. I Adore the Rain. It brings back Childhood Memories of sitting in the Window Sill after Warm Baths - staring silently, as we'd listen to the Rain play out it's tune for us. So gently how it would trickle it's way down everything. How comforting it was to Confide in the Rain. The smallest Memories have an odd Romance about them, Odd in the sense that they're not even supposed to be in the Slightest - Romantic. " Chanel, You're a Useless Bastard.. " Of course i am. It happens to be Hereditary, thanks to my Parents Infidelity, Drunken One-Nighter, Desperation to -work it out- for the Child's Sake. And being Useless at that. I Live up to the Title -Proudly- Next i shall Print it onto a Shirt, and Wear it accordingly. When i go to Europe, i -Shall- Useless my Bastard around there too. Coming to a Backpackers near you!! ;D Doughnuts. They inhibited all Conversation between -him- and i tonight, all of that which we spoke enveloped the Ideas of Holes -Getting into- Doughnuts. Like what if Doughnuts were just like Bread, and by some secret Contraption or perhaps even Mechanism - They go in one end, as bread. Then come back out the other end - As Bread with -hole- .aka. Doughnut/Donut. Then the Descendant of our Starter Topic, was why it is now Donut, not Doughnut. We came to the Conclusion... * Apply Controlled Chaos Theory * --Here-- My mind is Lost again. It's Desire to be else where, Burns with more Passion each passing day. No matter how much i try to Erase this Desire, it gets no easier - For certain. This Desire will not - DIE !! In the Eternal Words of Austin Powers... " Why won't you just die !!!!!!!!!! "