there is alot of nothing in the universe. it seems to envelop me at all times. even durring the times when i am surrounded with kind friends and friendly faces. dunno why, but it just seems to be that way. almost like im a magnet, anything that is remotly interesting to do is gold, and all the boring parts of life get attached to me. so if i even accedentaly bump into a piece of gold, i cant tell because, i am enveloped in my own thoughts because thats what i have been doing for so long, thas all i can do. it might even be an instinct now, who knows!! thats a national geographic explorer episode just waiting to be fillmed.
-tangerine