okay. recent radio survey's i'm forced to listen to in the morning because i car pool with a philipino, have stated that 17% of us good kiwis, think of their ex on a daily basis. too bad they didn't give an hourly %. minutes. even. *roar* i am trying to think of things that i can complain about, but none come to mind, thusly i deduce that i am more or less content. i'm too much, sometimes. aint life grand. (the answer is actually no, it aint. it will kick you in the arse time and time again. but it's one of the things i've got and i'll (apparently, not let it go to waste. though i am right now) profound words, too bad they're tripe. meh the sunset is absolutely fantasmic tonight, well overcast and very dark, but awesome colours, pinks and purples, the usual for a sunset really, but all very dramatic. very nice. i want to share this sunset with so many people that i cannot. terrible. ahh yes, the title of this entry, i just saw, again. kat. that would be kathleen. beans, as she is most affectionately known to blaine. jelly beans, that would be, not green beans. that would be weird. anyway. she's grande, and i dont have nearly enough to do with her, but blaine does so i dont want to stick my nose in tooooooo far. (notice how i used more 'o's than the word too really has, that means i'm emphasising it.) and i dont want her to end up thinking i'm a dick, which wouldn't be untrue, but i dont want her knowing that. meh. have i said she's grande. yeah. she is. and that sums her up. "her" there are far too many "her"s in my life If it were not for vaginas, women would be hunted and shot and on that note i shall end this. _R0b 2049|120106 and why does sammyT all of a sudden hate me ehh?