Flea..........I was talking to flea this morning about the complexity’s of time travel whilst I was breaking up some turkey breast for her breakfast. I was telling her just how difficult it actually is. That just to understand the theory of it might be impossible for me. She just snorted at me and said’ il serait interessant qu’il. I told her that I agreed completely with her and that after work we could take a look at Google and see just how hard it is, but I think it might be too much for us to take on. Your thumbless and I’m.. Well ‘I’m not the sharpest I said. She asked me if I could leave the computer on whilst im out at work. That she might want to YouTube after her morning sleep. That’s not going to happen I said. You can forget it.. I’m not coming home to find out that you have been on Cat Book all day looking at all the pussy again. That I suggest she spends the day gathering what she will need to bring with her if we ever build the time machine. plus de cette dinde she said.. Its to early for these kinds of conversations with her but I am glad that we have them for there are days and days that I go threw that are spent in silence sometimes. The only noise escaping my lips is the subconscious mumbles of a tired mind or the occasional lyrics about apathy and greed. I mind this silence not one bit and have come to be accustomed to it, but I am still ever grateful to her when she breaks it.
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 06:42:27 +0000
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