simon

I was born on a pirate ship. no but seriously, I don't know why i'm still here, all the walls seem to be made of stone, crumbling slowly and i'm sitting on a yoga mat or something making myself a peanut butter sandwich, if only i wasn't ever hungry. now a few countries in eastern europe: macedonia (apparently in macedonia the c in macedonia is a hard c so its not masedonia its makedonia) albania estonia latvia moldova and the two slo's i was thinking how far is this gonna go?, rupert murdoch wears granny underwear, and so i delted all my friends and the only way, i guess, that people will get back on here, will be by requesting, how can i be sure i know you, even if you say, simon we've been friends since kindergarten, well, sorry sara eve leblond, but even so, i dont think i really REALLY know you, in fact youve never let me get too close to you, i have no idea what makes you tick, what puzzles you, what drives you, oh, and im actually a common marmoset, thats right! all this time you thought you had me pinned, but i be rockin' the Callithrix jacchus! j't'un ouistiti, ostie! but i guess the only way people will know ive deleted them is if i was in their top five or something and now its somebody else and they're like: okay, i dont even know this indie punk band from Rakkestad, Norway. or you can just send me a letter. i dont like the internet anyway come on don't be a stranger, heres the address: simon robitaille 4872 rue des bernaches st-augustin-de-desmaures, QC G3A 1Y7oh orange juice!