Thursday, August 5, 2010

You made it another year.

I dream I'm floating on the surface of my own life, watching it unfold


















DEXTER >
Dexter: It's a breadmaker, we are always running out of bread.


Rita: We are always running out of milk too, did you buy me cow?
 
O, how i wish you were mine :)
 

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