on the backseat, peeling spuds

On the bus, on the run, from nine o’clock am till six pm, and two hours plus programme. I’m not crying because of it, just thought as good [never thought as an interesting one ;] to mention it.

So the reason why i’ve locked off my phone [obviously my cell phone >showing off, eh?< ] to write about sg, what just got into my mund, as [girl]friend of mine got on the same bus, which i was on. And she was with her boyfriend, and i knew him, just from face [why face-book is useful ;] but he didn’t. I’ve got this strange habit to check out the new ones, as soon as sb has one, you know the lucky ones 😉 so i knew him, and this made me confident. If i would be so curious … i was, but this shitty mobile couldn’ t switch on the net. So i’ve tried to find out his workplace via facebook…. shame on it 😉 next stop is mine so good bye ;]

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About yorkketchikan

I'm just a boy from Europe, as i was told. I'm young, but not for so far, it's not fair -i know it. This isn't my native language, but i'm trying. Started this one for no better purposes than writing in English, because lots of things come to my mind at first in English, sometimes it's disturbing, sometimes not. I love books, rather said: fond of them. I'm not alike anyone else, maybe this is the main problem, not following the mainstream.... If you corner me, I will come out swinging, taking you with me to the seventh hell of the seventh hell. View all posts by yorkketchikan

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