Oobi's Journals

Ode to Soduku

Oh Soduku, Soduku
My precious love.
How I dream of thee from far above
the clouds they hide that pretty smile.
The numbers and letters they form in tiles.
I adore you, and applaud you
for expressing your feelings on to me.
But I for one will always be
loyal to you my boo.

Oh I think they like me.

I hate that song. But, it's growing on me like fungus(mushroom rather).

Days are moving on quickly. Before you know it, July 4th would be tomorrow and christmas next week. Well, I wish Christmas was next week. Not because of the presents, it's all about the season. Cold weather, a red nose, Northface coat thats ankle lenth, a huge-thick scarf that you have to wrap around twice just to make it at normal length. All and all, I pretty much love this season. I may have to move to colorado just to get away from the summer.

Hmm.... interesting.

A friend of a friend just had a baby. Now she's more immature than ever. Her boyfriend cough before the baby would deny her accesss to her friends. So she would just stay in the house with him and smoke weed all day, as if there's nothing else better to do. So now, her baby is here, she's already talking about losing weight and hitting the club. As for her boyfriend, I havent heard much about him. I'm not even sure if he's still around anymore. But anyways, if he is, it's all for the wrong reasons (his benefits). I really hope she snaps back into reality. It would make a difference in her sons life being that it's not about her anymore.

Define; Gravity.

My ol' heart pumps daily for your love. My sexual drive reached 450degrees everytime I think about you. You're too far away for me to kiss but I can surely dream. But dreams get old, real old. I want you to hold me.

Congratulations Dr. Phil.

You shattered thoughts and broken hearts.

I really cannot stand that guy, seriously. I feel the same way about John Basedown, the ridiculously ripped con man in all the infomercials that clutter from midnight to 8am.