The Good Life

Monday, November 01, 2004

Empty

I checked my mailbox. NO NEW MAILS!!! This is the first time I got this problem. Anyway I'm not surprise. People are dying every minute. Once they are here... next they are gone. They expect you to do something for them. But they don't do anything for you. Then slowly there will be no contacts. Then slowly everybody dies off. Then I continue to ride my bike to search for the legendary chocolate ice-cream. If I continue trying to strike a conversation with the wall... other people might thought I'm a lunatic.

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