Projection Data Sheets, Friends, and Fingering

Um, so I think the coolest thing I have heard just this morning is that the data sheets continue to have funky pictures on em. I started that and man, it's stuck, it's a little bit of me that lives on.
Awesome, so bloody awesome. Am I allowed to swear on this blog?
I nearly said the f-word. I blame my new potty mouthed NZ friends.
The language that floods my ears from their mouths is astounding. F this and f that. and f-ing a, and all that stuff.
jeepers. I said golly, or gosh or something and they laughed at me.
I also said fields, and I said something else.
But, I sound like a kiwi again, so that's all good in the hood.
I have a sore throat but I think that is from smoking a bit too much, well I hope it is, cos I can't afford to get sick. That would be bad news bears.
I'm dying to see crush again, it's been so long, what if I don't have my crush anymore? What if it was a distraction because I had no friends, and now, well, what if its gone?
Lets not think about it.
Oh yeah, the fingering. Perhaps I have a dirty mind.
I don't know. But when someone says fingering, I don't think of them pointing the finger.
Call me dirty, but hey, I can't be the only one. Can't be.