Yes . . . That does make sense. I will try to remember your advice. And, this may also stop those starvation looks from the other members of my family!

 

You're giving off the sex vibe now . . . Yeah . . . I'm feelin' ya!

 

hehe im on my leptop at work its fun because im leaving this week im letting the traine do my work

 

Basque Separatists: The most polite terrorists on earth.

 

i went upstate today, went apple picking. it was so damn hot. i bet i'll be wearing flip flops on christmas this year. i saw some huge pumpkins, and bought pumpkin bread. this tall witch decoration thing scared the crap outta me. good times.

 

Fuck SEPTA

seriously, this is just getting ridiculous. the director just announced that she was raising fares and cutting service because SEPTA "didn't have enough money" and then what do they do? they pay a shitload of money to sponsor the Phillies white rally towels. way to go fucktards. just when you think they couldn't possibly get any more incompetent and nickel and dime you at the same time, they always prove you wrong

oh and Shrimp lo mein is good stuff

 

3... 2... 1... Blast Off!!!!

 

drowning yourself is hard. should have been in deeper water. any knives around? damn i wanna be anywhere but here. soon.. please soon

 

[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It walked with its arms swinging,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]wanted the brook to be a river,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]the river to be a torrent,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and this puddle to be the sea.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]it didn’t know that it was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]everything was soulful,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and all souls were one.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]it had no opinion about anything,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]had no habits,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]it often sat cross-legged,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]took off running,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]had a cowlick in its hair,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and made no faces when photographed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It was the time for these questions:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Why am I me, and why not you?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Why am I here, and why not there?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When did time begin, and where does space end?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Is life under the sun not just a dream?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Is what I see and hear and smell[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]not just an illusion of a world before the world?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Given the facts of evil and people.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]does evil really exist?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]How can it be that I, who I am,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]didn’t exist before I came to be,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and that, someday, I, who I am,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]will no longer be who I am?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and on steamed cauliflower, [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]it awoke once in a strange bed,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and now does so again and again.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Many people, then, seemed beautiful,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and now only a few do, by sheer luck.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and now can at most guess,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]could not conceive of nothingness,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and shudders today at the thought. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It played with enthusiasm,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and, now, has just as much excitement as then,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]but only when it concerns its work.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]And so it is even now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Berries filled its hand as only berries do,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and do even now,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and do even now,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]it had, on every mountaintop, [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]the longing for a higher mountain yet,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and in every city,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]the longing for an even greater city,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and that is still so,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]with an elation it still has today,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]has a shyness in front of strangers,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and has that even now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It awaited the first snow,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]And waits that way even now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the child was a child,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]And it quivers there still today.[/SIZE]

 

no one dies a virgin 'cuz we're all fucked by life!

 

My neighbors need to keep their yapping dogs inside. They're driving me nuts.

 

If I stabbed myself, would it hurt?

 

Goddamnit, my guitar is out of tune. Again.

 

Why on earth does cling film stick to itself when you pull it off the roll, and then doesn't stick to itself when you've wrapped it round your butties?

 

Stowford Press happens to be the GREATEST cider I've tasted to date.

 

Butties? I only have one butty. And why are you wrapping it around yourself anyway?

 

i'm worried about my sister. she sent me a text message last night at 1:30am saying "i'm so annoyed right now". i called her and she didnt answer. so i hope that means she's sleeping. her and her friends went out to some VIP club last night, and thats the last thing i want to think about is my drunk lil sister wandering around nyc at 1am by herself. her and her friends tend to split up when they're drinking. :???:

 

Can you try calling some of her friends??? I hope all is well!!!

 

A "butty" is a sandwich! More than one butty and you have "butties". There are some who call them "cobs", but I believe that term is reserved almost exclusively for rolls.

 

why can't you just call it a sandwhich?