I thought I'd give myself 10 minutes for writing a quick post before I jump back to doing my PDM assignments.
You know, as I was just logging in with my gmail account I realised how lame my email address sounded and thought I should delete it somehow. And then I thought of wh yI actually chose that address in the first place. And then I wished I could could change it. But I couldn't.
It's like naming a dog or something. [Not that I've ever owned a dog in the first place. I've always wanted a dog, but my mum is terrified of them]. Once you've named it you can't change it. Even my current one feels a bit queer now.
Might get a new one, but then I have to go to the trouble of getting all the contacts again.
I'm so lazy.
These are our lives,
But did they even matter?
Are we worth remembering?
Dotdotdot.
5:51 PM
