It’s funny. I thought if you could hear me I could hang on, somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up, you’ll have a mum and dad, and you won’t even remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s OK. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? ‘Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy. You’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient, and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond. And the days that never came…
Live well. Love Rory. Bye-bye, Pond.
TURN YOUR DAMN MUSIC DOWN AND STOP WHEEZING!
I’m gonna go on a little rant right now:
How come people think that they can drive in the fast lane but only go 65 miles an hour. This guy would not speed up or get over. And by the time he did, it was time for my exit and some truck was trying to pass me by going to the far right lane, and I blocked him off for a bit. Serves you right for ridding my fucking ass because the other guys wouldn’t go over 65. THEN, when I get to the parking garage, there is a lady that pulls in next to me and gets her shit and walked away. As she is walking away, she locks her car and beeps it. Okay, No big deal. Then she did it again, and again, and again. She ended up beeping it at least 20 times. So I hurried up and got out of my car and started locking and beeping my horn yelling “IT IS LOCKED YET? I DON’T KNOW!” She looked back and beeped it a few more times then ran off. Now I have to deal with stutt-tt-ttering Stan. I have the feeling he is reallllllllly going to piss me off again today.
