Mistakes were made,
But at least that means we are trying.
A little piece.
I finished The wonderful series of Harry Potter. I feel like a little piece of me died with Voldemort. I feel the same heartache I felt when I saw the last movie. I thought I could bring Harry back, but the end of the books has brought the sadness back to me. This was my own resurrection stone. Why must I mess with fate.
Afternoons at the office...
-He went from puff daddy to p diddy. -He just goes by diddy now. -well that makes more black sense.
I did spend 6 straight hours reading Harry Potter today, and I’ll tell you what, it’s not enough. The rise of my #1 bad ass has begun.
Tonight, WE DANCE!