i dont like the taste of ginger, so i pick it out from my plate and throw it away. maybe someone else will love it, but that doesn't matter.
or maybe ginger doesn't like me, because of the stupid personality; but the ginger never been to my mouth, how could it know what kind of person i am? possiblelly we could get along very well.
but anyway, it's all done now.
oh, sorry, ginger means guys... sounds a bit silly, isn't it?
Twi...Twi...Twiii...tter
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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