i am so bored with things why cant i stop thinking about things that hurt aww well.i think i should try law for once but i think i am not smart enough to do it.
i also had a wierd dream last night that i was walking through a park and hordes of zombies appeared and i found i had a p90 the wierdest thing ever was that most of the zombies where people that i knew but that didnt make me hesitate its either me or them right....so i ended up with a group of survivors heading for HK....
sooo any way ive had a crap weekend lost some friends but dont really care much any more got two lovely women looking after me so loads of cuddles and kisses. so i know who my true friends are...
friends come and go but true friends leave foot prints on your heart..
in the words of rudyard kipling if you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you. if you can trust your self when all men doubt you, but make allowance for them doubting to; if you can wat and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about and dont deal in lies or being hated bu dont give way to hating and yet dont look too good, nor talk too wise.

if you can dream and not make dreams your master; if you can think and not make your thoughts your aim. if you can meet with triumph and dissater and treat those two imposters just the same if you can bear to hear the truth spoken. twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools. or give your life to, broken. and stoop and build them up again with worn out tools

if you can make one heap of all your winnings. and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss, and lose, and start aain at your beginnings. and never breath a word about your loss. if you force heart, nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: "hold on!".

if you can talk with the crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with kings nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you if all men count on you but none too much.if you can fill an unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance, run, yours is the eartg abd everything thats in it, and which is more youll be a man my son.


a few months ago those words had no meaning to me but now they do as i know where my allegiances lie...
some on once seaid to me you have two families one you raise and love and the other you raise hell with....