tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779158542296369341.post8928532058909806093..comments2023-03-25T08:59:11.800+00:00Comments on All I brought with me was an old guitar: Oh dear God.Hazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17261666790694077186noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779158542296369341.post-15377972622904403362009-02-05T19:54:00.000+00:002009-02-05T19:54:00.000+00:00...'Yeah well so's your face :)':)...'Yeah well so's your face :)'<BR/>:)Hazelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17261666790694077186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779158542296369341.post-5849981544569245972009-01-31T00:32:00.000+00:002009-01-31T00:32:00.000+00:00technically It's not pixels its information being ...technically It's not pixels its information being stored on a hard drive beinh renderd visually through pixels :pAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779158542296369341.post-11422551011369411382009-01-30T16:20:00.000+00:002009-01-30T16:20:00.000+00:00SATURDAY IS TOMORROW :Dalso, this piece of text is...SATURDAY IS TOMORROW :D<BR/><BR/>also, this piece of text is not entirely pointless.<BR/>an entirely pointless piece of text would be catherine's monologue, which I re-read last night. what the hell was she on o.O<BR/><BR/><BR/>rraaahahhDanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09734900209177892142noreply@blogger.com