Originally Posted by Ryan
There's a place in hell for me and my nipples.
CALLED IT. Earthquake. Who started this thread.
Originally Posted by CrystalGeezer
Symbolically my work is done. On my first SD card.
"We have a vision to represent Seattle!"
Seattle is C-attle in bird. Cattle.
Sitting watching Wendy Williams with my mom's chihuahua. Brain capacity still diminished by anesthesia, I'm finding this interesting.
I just took a ginormous shit, an amazing turd that crept out of my anus and curled around the bowl into the post perfect question mark, dotted with the paper I dabbed my anus with. It got me to thinking about the Hick's Composite Commodity Theorum that I won't go into detail discussing since I don't know shit about it, but I wanted to mention Hick's Composite Commodity Theorum so you all would think I'm really intelligent and educated.
There's this little guy in our complex. Has the most horrific story associated with the pool, but he's overcome it. Loves swimming now. Loves watching people swim. He's always around, talks in this little monotone voice, super chatty. But everyone ignores him because he's so pervasive. It drives me crazy because he says the coolest little things and has an absolute heart of gold. Nobody knows his story, I do by complete accident. I'm not saying that knowing his story should be what makes people
Okay Elis. Noon to two PST. Please jump your million dollar baby out. I don't want to play anymore. It would be so fast. You know the drill, fire and air down, water and earth up.
Amazing show. Similar setlist. Shelaigh Delaney was the backdrop. Beautiful tribute, perfect. Gotta drive 2 hours. More later.
He did not remove his shirt. :0 ty
Everyone have fun and be safe at the show tonight.
I was given a $50 gift card to a fancy paper store in Pasadena. Instead of buying fancy paper to make something pretty, I spent half of it on a calendar to keep track of my housesitting dates. I feel cosmically roped into watching other people's houses while they vacation and have fun. I hate it. Every year I think something will happen that will stop me from having to do it, but always it's just a temporary stop or nothing at all. So it was sad and put me in a terrible mood. While I was puchasing
I'd say that over and over as I suffered years of abuse. "Why are you doing this to me, I am a good person." God hates me, I can think of no other reason. He said at some point, "Amie? You get shit."