My roommate just tried to get me into a discussion about philosophy.
Basically, I think that there is infinite thought, and each thought we think is only discovery…
And he believes that original thought is real, and that a thought can’t be real until you think it.
my reasoning is that…thought is a realm of infinite possibilities…a possibility’s existence is not contingent on REALIZING it or KNOWING about it…therefore there are thoughts (possibilities) out there that we have not yet had the pleasure of thinking…but that they still exist, outside of us…
i am going to go back to reading fic now
roommate wanted to talk more…
but i said, “i just wanted to eat crackers, i didn’t want to get into a philosophical debate D:”
There comes a time in every girl’s life where she has to sit down ask herself the important questions of life:
I’ve made a mental comparison between the taste of one of my favorite fruits to the taste of semen and now I can’t unthink it.
People need to realize that they can’t play chicken with me…
Once they get their food, I really couldn’t care less which orifice they stuff it into.
some day i’m going to start a website
titled: “BARELY LEGAL ASIAN PUSSY - JUST TURNED 18”
and fill it up with pictures of 18 year old Siamese cats.
Japanese bobtail cats would also be acceptable.
I just realized
when Fi asks Link to
lift his sword skyward…
it sounds like a euphemism.
Oh, Link, please
finish me with a skyward strike!
release all that energy
into my prostrate body