And then God looked down and said, "ok I'll let the Cubs into the playoffs."
Whew hooo
"What we really are matters more than what other people think of us," Jawaharlal Nehru
" And in the end the love you make is equal to the love you take"
Help I've somehow been stuck in this alter universe which is much like ours except for the fact that life is a reflection of a country song. The song world I'm stuck in seems to be "Everytime I make my mark somebody paints the wall".