*BOOM* "Bombs can be deadly. Please use caution." Someone forgot to tell the old guy. Notes to self: Junk food = Calories. Calories = Fat. Fat = Weight gain. Weight gain = Fat ass. Fat ass = Clogged arteries. Clogged arteries = Death. *Fritos are small, crunchy serial killers, beware* Tonight is a boring night. A boring night indeed. Tis a boring night tonight. My mind is struggling to let Pat be. I will eventually. It just takes practice. Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of practice. I shall over come. "Swing low, sweet chariot..." I have a short story to write. It's due by Tuesday. I have no ideas at all. None. Wen is officially an OUTLAW now. She's on the run and hiding. Bad checks can lead to horrible consquences. If only Wen's dumbass had realized that sooner. Or maybe she did realize it and just doesn't care. Or maybe she's a dumbass. Any way, she's gonna end up paying big time if she doesn't turn her own ass in. (Picks up the phone) Sure, I'd call, but I'm not a damn snitch. I may do a lot of not-so-nice things, but snitching is not one of them. All I know is she's better off giving herself up. They may go easier on her if they don't have to work too hard to find her. Maybe? *smells bacon* Oh, the lives we lead. So tainted and destructive. So chaotic and horrible. Life is lovely indeed. I'm bored. So I'm done. Finished for now. "Give me some water and I will give you the knowledge." D.F.N.