So, I'm trying a thing called 43 Things, and I'm trying to get it to feed... so this is a test post...
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we are lacking passion, no doubt. in my little head, i like to blame it on you. couldn't you be more passionate. You'll never fight for me. I resigned myself to that fact a long time ago. I remember when I realized it. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks: You'll never fight for me. I can see you... shrugging... figuring that you ought to let me do whatever makes me happiest. How impassioned is that? If I have to force you to say passionate things, coach you all along... the words are empty, useless, fully lackluster... Remind you of anything?
Dark, mysterious. You wish he could be yours. But he never was. Never was any at all. And all these things you wish for; the people and the love and the snow: none of them ever was. Never was any at all. And so you'll go on, miserable as always. Wishing for things that were. Thing that might've been. You'll go chasing them in your dreams, is all. Never reach any at all
My bracelet has super powers... when combined with espresso. Don't dip it in the espresso... dip! Put on the bracelet and drink the espresso! You'll see. Super powers for shizzle! It's not any normal bracelet. It's not a bracelet at all, it's this black string. Sometimes I wear it as a choker, sometimes I wear it more loosely like Zoe from Firefly 's necklace. Yesterday, I wore it as a bracelet for the first time. I had the greatest day. I stopped for a french vanilla cappuchino from port city, which also uses 2x as much espresso as the other guys! I made $100 from ONE table. Crazy drunk horny men. Love em. You must! "I still believe pigs can fly. I don't have to see to believe; they only fly when I'm not looking." -- Angelique
Friday's Feast Well, the kitchen is being restocked, so I'm going to do the Friday Nov 4 feast from last year: Appetizer: What was the last game you purchased? I purchased a Syberia two pack with I & II :-) I have yet to play... Soup: Name something in which you don't believe: Apathy. You have to care about someting Salad: If you could pick a television personality to be your boss, who would you pick? Mal from Firefly! I'd love to be on his crew!! Main Course: What was a lesson you had to learn the hard way? So many to choose from... That I should've stayed at the Abbey. Dessert: Describe your idea of the perfect relaxation room: Lots of pillows, candles, insense, some books, poetry whatever, some unlined journals, fun pens and paint, lots of flow-y fabric (not around the candles!!!)
Typhoid Mary Mary Mallon was born in Ireland in 1869 and immigrated to the United States alone in 1883. Cook Mary worked as a cook in New York City between 1900 and 1907. During this time, she infected 22 people, of whom one died. Mary was a cook in a house in New York, for less than two weeks in 1900 when the residents came down with typhoid. She moved to Manhattan in 1901, and members of that family developed fevers and diarrhea, and the laundress died. She then went to work for a lawyer, until seven of the eight household members developed typhoid. Mary spent months helping to care for the people she made sick, but her care further spread the disease through the household. In 1904, she took a position on Long Island. Within two weeks, four of ten family members were hospitalized with typhoid. She changed employment again, and three more households were infected. Often, the disease was transmitted by a signature dessert she prepared: peaches and ice cream. Typhoid George Soper was a
Why I Don't Like Professor Eyabi: Tokyo Pink: Did you get my e-mail? I'm not going to be in class all next week. Eyabi: Yes, my condolences to- Tokyo Pink: The test is next Monday Eyabi: Yes. Will you be out Monday Tokyo Pink: *Is Monday part of the week?* Yes, I'll be out all week. Can I make it up? Eyabi: Well, you'll just have to do very well on all future exams and the final exam grade will replace it. Tokyo Pink: The syllabus says that students can take make up tests Eyabi: Well... in theory... Tokyo Pink: The syllabus is a binding contract between student and professor Eyabi: ... Perhaps I shouldn't put the part about making up tests on the next syllabus
I'm going to do an about me survey for today... I think I'll do it every tuesday, well... some tuesdays... All About Me Survey Take This Survey at Quizopolis.com I Am stuffed up and a little tired... I Want to leave here and go to Belmont! I Have no money... I Wish I could win the lottery, make straight A\'s without trying. I wish I cared more about trying but ... I can\'t, not here... I Hate my stat and kinesiology teachers (they haven\'t earned the title of professor) I Fear dark spaces and loud noises... I Hear lots of people typing away in one sided conversations. I Search for a place where I feel whole I Wonder if I\'ll ever get better I Regret nothing I Love Jeff and Tiffy most of all I Ache in my head. Literally... I have the worst headache ever I Always wash my hands after sneezing, coughing, going to the bathroom, and touching children or puppies I Usually try and stay away from children I Am Not honest I Dance with whomever I can I Sing alone I Never
It's amazing how people will post the dumbest bullshit because it's got something about angels or puppies in the story. Really gets on my nerves. If this touches you, please, pass it on! NO! Geez... I feel like kicking some puppies right now. But... not the cute and QUIET ones. Quiet puppies are okay by me... But annoying yappie puppies... and any puppy with clothes on... Gross. There goes any dignity a dog might ever hope to have. You know all the other dogs are laughing at him...