“On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mac
In the pouring rain, very strange.
Sitting in front of the computer, procrastinating. I have an essay due tomorrow. I’m not even half way done and don’t want to finish either. Reminiscing what was and what now is. It’s funny how you visualize things to be, but they turn out something entirely different. I’m twenty six years old now. I have not much to show for it, except for some computer skills with which I can conjure up some party tricks. How awesome is that. Very eh?Welcome to the new beginning; welcome to my flog.