C++ is for lovers.
somebody email me. email me. email me. email me.
Here is what is utterly confusing. The looks of complete shock and breathless joy on the faces of singing, dancing, ice skating actors who should be accustomed to adulation and are embracing for pay a competetive crapshoot they have no business broadcasting to the public, when perfectly good reruns of Quantum Leap could be shown.
Thank you and goodnight.
saturday is what inspires me to keep hating all the other days
they say drugs don’t solve your problems. i don’t think it’s fair to make such a blanket statement and as a sign of goodwill i am giving lortab a very fair chance.
the truth about hitting rock bottom is that the trap doors on the way down are the real hell. it’s impossible to know which one is really the bottom, or how soon it’s coming up.