Don't forget the ALTOIDS!
I like you.
Do you realize... that you have more posts in three months than I have in three years? I'm only prolific in my head. My imaginary friend has a helluva backstory. For real. She's hot.
you're the one i hate the most because you're the one i loved the most.
how could you not want to know my daughter, how could you not want to know your niece, you f*ck?
you think you know funny?
Don't forget the ALTOIDS!
I like you.
Do you realize... that you have more posts in three months than I have in three years? I'm only prolific in my head. My imaginary friend has a helluva backstory. For real. She's hot.
you're the one i hate the most because you're the one i loved the most.
how could you not want to know my daughter, how could you not want to know your niece, you f*ck?
you think you know funny?
Oopsie, thought that last post was a PM.
Have you ever been unable to stop crying and laughing at the same time? It's like when the sun is shining, but you still have to turn on the windshield wipers. Sat on the back steps and smoked a cigarette, could only see one star.
One of life's small pleasures: timing the beer and the cigarette so that you can take one last drag and then put it out in the dregs. Never throw out the butt, because God will bring to ruin those ruining the earth, dontcha know?
What do you want to be remembered for in your life?
Filling my bathtub with spaghetti and birthing a genius. But not at the same time. Two completely different days/lifetimes. And you?
you're the one i hate the most because you're the one i loved the most.
how could you not want to know my daughter, how could you not want to know your niece, you f*ck?
you think you know funny?
Hey, Six, yeah, edgy. That's me. Actually right before I called you, I called me mum to see how she was doing. She said she had been thinking about calling me but she didn't because she didn't have anything to tell me about herself. And then "Bobby Jean" came on itunes. And that was all I could take in one night. I got up and found my bottle opener and about a lot of Asahis. And the present Valis gave me. Yeah.
you're the one i hate the most because you're the one i loved the most.
how could you not want to know my daughter, how could you not want to know your niece, you f*ck?
you think you know funny?
No, man, he's my brother. (What a setup) Cheers, mate - nodding off...
you're the one i hate the most because you're the one i loved the most.
how could you not want to know my daughter, how could you not want to know your niece, you f*ck?
you think you know funny?
Not anymore, Mac. Now I'm just a lot stoned.
you're the one i hate the most because you're the one i loved the most.
how could you not want to know my daughter, how could you not want to know your niece, you f*ck?
you think you know funny?
You're the one I hate the most because you're the one I loved the most. How could you not want to know my daughter, how could you not want to know your niece, you f*ck? You think you know funny? You think you know interesting? You think you've seen talent? Well, I've squeezed it out and named it. Top that, sh*t salad. Top that with sh*t, salad. Top that with salad, you sh*t. How could you not want to know her?
I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger. Every song is breaking my heart tonight. Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face? Do you realize we?re floating in space? Do you realize that happiness makes you cry? Do you realize that everyone you know someday will die?
The lions will never eat straw if lamb is on the menu. The only grapes that are as big as your fist are called plums. That strawberry you're eating will never taste sweeter than it does right now. Yeah, that one? And, ooooh and, only contractors, mountain men and homeless people build their own "houses" and take refuge.
I got issues, like I miss you. But most regrets I've gathered came from caving in.
You will live for a while and then you'll die. Flutter by, butterfly. Do you realize?
i have been on this board for around four years.
at first i took what went on here quite seriously, well for about three weeks, but it then became quite obvious to me that the depth of role-playing that went on on these boards was so deep-rooted that it would be a foolish waste of time to do anything more than to read some of the more informative threads and delegate the rest to entertainment.
i hope narkissos forgives me for quoting something that he wrote yesterday, but his thought clearly encapuslates the reason why it is foolish to presume that you know, or will ever know the person who is posting by what they write, and why judgments on a persons character are more than often fatally flawed.
Odrade, I have the same problem on a Mac. Try editing after you make the original post and see if you can add paragraphs then. You probably still won't have emoticons though.
Edited to add:
Oops, looks like the ex beat me to it.
ok, so my wife keeps telling me that it's just me, but i can't help but think that this country has gone completely quackers when i see some of the comercials on tv.
the gecko doing the "robot" , the king wanting me to eat a 50 pound breakfast sandwich, wake up with the king?
wtf, and the whole way things are just thrown in our face in the form of advertising.
by the way, there is NO way in hell that i'd let anything from burger king pass these lips, but i appreciate the king's concern for satisfying my morning hunger.
BK will be sorry to hear that, because you're the demographic they were going after with that cheesenormous sammich.
I've been working in an advertising agency for about 11 years now, ticking off my life in 15-minute increments, "designing" direct mail pieces that go directly from your mailbox to your trashcan. I throw my own work away every time I check the mail. The highlight of my year thus far was cloning a hair out of a photo of a giant fried fish sandwich. Oh, and last week, I almost convinced the creative director to use the headline, "Hey, Mom, grab this!" on the [insert name of popular fried chicken chain here] Mother's Day piece. Stay tuned... something FREE (sorry, reflex) will be in your mailbox tomorrow.
You're welcome.
I admit it, tijkmo. You're right. I feel invisible here 90% of the time. Guess I need to flirt more.
Shania/sweet tee, middle children/longtime lurkers unite! Actually I signed up and then lurked.
Zen nudist, though I've never told you so (till now), I always enjoy your comments. So pounce on that crumb (you're welcome) and scurry back from whence ye came.