Sometimes, my imagination entertains me, and Sam. I particulary appreciate that he is amused by it, since it tends to be pretty morbid. I've been living with my imagination my whole life. He's been living with it for only a couple of years.
This morning, there was a banging/knocking sound coming from the apartment next to ours, occupied by a couple and their two children.
What's that sound?
I don't know.
Oh no! What if one of them killed the other? And now they're hiding them in the wall?!
Giggles.
HA HA HA HAHA HAHA
Posted by: ROYA at March 18, 2004 10:42 PM