whats up? thanks for being my friend
lets be friends Scruffy
Oh it is. And you don't even realize it's happening. You get a nice office job, work 9 to 5, earn a paycheck. Like, a big paycheck, not rock star big where you build a house out of solid gold or anything, but enough that you can basically buy anything you wanted to in your previous life of having dreams about things and not being immediately able to make them real. Now owning everything you want, you no longer aspire for anything. Anyway, the thing about working and not having dreams is that time goes by really quickly. And then it's like bam! Paying taxes, drinking scotch, and yelling at kids to cut their hair and get a job.
Dunno. I'm all growed up now. I work all day, and for entertainment I pay taxes and yell at kids to get off my lawn.
Aren't you that janitor guy in the show about the pizza delivery guy who traveled to the future and became a space delivery guy?
Huh? I guess so yeah
To be entirely honest
I can't remember it.
My phone auto signs in.
A wild Scruffy appears as I decide to leave the forum again. Smh. Horrible timing.
I require your Skype info again. For reasons.
So PM me maybe?
The Greekest Letter in the Alphabet.
It's super effective!
~The Skylark Rose~