Just the other day I saw my first shooting star. It was about midnight and as I walked up towards the front porch, I glanced up at the stars.
There, just above the roof of the house, for one tiny split second, was a shooting star. A bright, shiny, pinprick flashed across the sky. Followed by a trail of blazing orange-white, dotted with blue.
And in that tiny half-second...i was happy.

...request denied...
Well really i would lov e to oblige but i have not really interesting stories to tell. well nothing as interesting as Dave walking in to class bare foot and cussing all over the place.
As a post script to the micheles patisserie job. I would love to say that i am having fun but unfortunately, i can't. This is because i haven't been asked to work yet. I call the manager about 3 times a week asking for work to no avail, it is really frustrating....
This keyboard is p***ing me off so i'll write more later when i can find a better computor.
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