In a land, far, far away. a long, long time ago, a little blonde boy with icey blue eyes lurked in the dark corner of a tiny Pub. Every day he came and flipped his sixpence on the tiny wooden table trying to decide how to spend it. He watched people come and go. He watched how they lived, listened to their stories, and most importantly, he watched how other people spent their sixpence. To this day there are stories o.

Nearly everything I have ever said in relation to Politics. I am feeling slightly like a traitor, but I am switching parties from Libertarian to Republican to cast the most effective vote for Ron Paul. On a small scale, there is a lack of understanding of responsibility with money. I know the rules and I am trapped in cyclical habits that fuddle my balance sheet. Re-education is in order on a small and large scale. I want to sell and pay at VALUE.

Forgot Password or Username? You are so weak, its. You are so weak, its.

Forgot Password or Username? Not a lot of Art, but good story.