I recently received a text message from a very good friend:
“You watch grinch? What the fuck are they singing?”
I replied:
“Been a while: Ah-boo-doe-ray, Ah-boo-doe-ray. Or something like that. But what I really wanna know is why santa is such a dick to rudolph.”
This was my friends reply:
“Donner a dick too.”
And because I can’t let anything go without an overdone, unnecessary, crack-pot analysis, I replied again:
“Yeah, what up with that. Nice message to send kids…youre different and I dont like you, so fuck you until I need you to pull my sleigh. Then I like you. Santa almost push rudolph over the edge.”
My friend was probably thinking "Why did I even ask?"
But, yeah Santa is pretty much a dick to Rudolph. I believe he says something to the effect of "Pity, and he had potential, too.” And my friend was right, Donner was a dick. Desperate to prove himself a worthy sperm donor, he makes Rudolph cover up his depreciatory genetic mutation. Explaining to his son that there are more important things in life than comfort, like self-respect.
The message: If you don't fit in, you aren't worth shit. So suck it up until you either fit in or someone needs you for something.
And then everyone tries to take it back and pin the "reindeer of the year" award on Rudolph. Kids have to see through that.
(Clarice knew what was up, though. Right from the beginning she knew Rudolph was the shit.)
So, I say to Santa and the rest of the fuckers in this world...just because someone doesn’t fit your image of what “a something” should be you think that they are incapable? Not worthy? Without feelings?
"Just wait, and watch your back."
And, of course I had to look that shit up, so here it is:
Welcome Christmas
Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome Christmas,
Come this way!
Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome Christmas,
Christmas Day.
Welcome, Welcome
Fah who rah-moose
Welcome, Welcome
Dah who dah-moose
Christmas day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to clasp
Fah who for-aze!
Dah who dor-aze!
Welcome, welcome Christmas
Welcome, welcome Christmas
Day
Copyright © 1957, Dr. Seuss.
http://www.seuss.org/seuss/welcome.xmas.html
p.s. a lifetime supply of it.
(poke)
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«Oldest ‹Older 1401 – 1600 of 3222 Newer› Newest»Hahaha! Mayo should see my fweeet widdle Christmas Hello Kitty! ^_^
I dunno, Jules. They are making those crackberries smarter than ever these days so who knows.
I can never pick a cool pic anyways. Although, now, I'm thinking Evil Monkey, all the way!
Merry Christmas to you too? :]
Oh, almost forgot!
Hi Mayo and everyone else.
(:
Welllll, see you guys later! I'm off to chow down with the family and stuffs! Later! ^_^
Hi, Mayo!
Hi, SS!
Hi, Everyone Else!
Just thought I'd pop in and say I'm totally disgusted with the lack of good Christmas programming on TV this year. Are they hoarding them?! WTF?
The last thing I want to see is some Jean Claude Van Duffous movie at this time of year! Geez!
Thank Goodness I have most of the good ones in my own video library! But, really, what is the deal?
Anyway, Hope you all are doing great and are close to being finished with all that you have to do for the Holidays!
A lady walks into Tiffany's. She browses around, spots a beautiful diamond bracelet and walks over to inspect it. As she bends over to look more closely she inadvertently breaks wind.
Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone has noticed her little accident and prays that a sales person doesn't pop up right now.
As she turns around, her worst nightmare materializes in the form of a salesman standing right behind her.
Cool as a cucumber and displaying complete professionalism, the salesman greets the lady with, "Good day, Madam. How may we help you today?"
Very uncomfortably, but hoping that the salesman may just not have been there at the time of her little 'accident', she asks, "Sir, what is the price of this lovely bracelet?"
He answers, "Madam, if you farted just looking at it, you're going to shit when I tell you the price."
Now, THAT is good!
Adam Lazzara did a sweet impression of Kanye West at Taking Back Sunday's show last night. It involved talking about Italian designer clothing and faking a temper tantrum where he threw his mic down on the stage.
He said he would like to start up a feud with him, only Kanye wouldn't know who the hell he was.
I hope somebody got a video and it shows up on youtube. ^_^
good on adam lazzara
whoever he is.^_~
that was better than good mya.
^__^
mayonaizez iz dedz.
:(
It's the date night before Christmas. Everybody's out. 'Cept us anons.
:(
That was pretty funny, Mya! :)
Anon, for realz? Maad Lazarza is a LOLlercoaster unto himself. He cracks me all kinds of up. ^_^
I'm here, anons! I was having a date with Leon Kennedy but I'm back now. It got kinda rough there for a while. We kept getting attacked.
i guess it's time to pull the plug oily condiment
What makes you say that, anon? I think Mayo's gonna do what he wants to do no matter what any of us say, and he's already said he wants to keep his blog. So what's up with that?
time for this to go to that blog heaven in the sky
Dudes, I'm here too! Just about to go for a bath but I'll be in and out and about this fucker.
Hiya Solly!
Hey anon, I'm asking you why you think that. Or are you just being that way?
kapunua i have indulged in some exceptional wine, and am in an excellent snarky mood - don't spoil it *winks*
yep
a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do - bye bye blog
So, it's not cool in here if there are folks in here chatting it up about whatever, and no random poetry, movie characters, or song lyrics, and now it's not cool if it's too quiet in here?
What the hell?
Jules,
Are you still iced over? Shall I blow on you to defrost?
I like the idea of the wine and all, anon, but I still can't imagine why you think that means Mayo should shut the blog down.
Solly, you're too right. The double standard in here is mindblowing.
And yes, we're still iced over, but please don't blow it away! I'm enjoying it. :D
Gah! I iz ill.
Oh, cool, Jules! Could you send a cool breeze my way? I swear I was sweating during supper tonight and we were all in short sleeves.
I'm getting SO MAD.
I want to download the cutscenes from this effing game and no one effing has them! >_< They are gone off the web! Except for one lousy page that uses BitTorrent, which I used to have but I don't seem to have anymore, so I just re-downloaded effing BitTorrent and now my computer is dragging/ >_<
I wish you coulda seen where we was eating supper! OMG! Bwahaha.
Smoke,
I feel your pain. They don't make enough valium to get through night like tonight. But gah, wasn't it fun? It really was.
I'm sorry you're ill, Princess. I am, too. STUPID head cold.
I'll try to blow some cool you guys's way, okay? But I'm kind of hogging it.
Stop hogging all the kewl, Jules! We need a little bitty bit of kewl down here.
Smoke, just remember, people pay for the entertainment we just got for free! Bwahahahhaha! You just gotta laugh it off.
Damn, I gotta go. My husband is driving me insane.
And guys, when she says that, she means it.
Hell freezes over
or
It's 2 degrees in Kansas and still dropping.
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Elena,
I don't even know what that means. When it gets below 32 degrees, I just say fuck it and stop paying attention. But that rarely happens down here.
It's supposed to start getting cooler here tomorrow. We'll see.
I like The Doors, but you still don't seem to have a real answer, anon. What's your beef?
Hey guys, I have 8 pounds of body fat. O_o Here I was kidding myself that I was all muscle! You can calculate it here.
That made me mad. >_<
Hey everyone
What's with the doom and gloom anons?
2 degrees! Dang. We're at about 19.
Never mind, I did it wrong. LOL! I thought "weight" was something else and I put down that I weighed 36 pounds. Haha! Scratch that.
Crap it's cold. I just had to pry open the metal storm doors to get to the basement to load wood in the stove.
I'm frozen.
ok it goes something like this;
normal conversation at mayo's
hey so n' so
hey
whatcha do today?
i scratched my ass
i scratched my ass too
etc, etc
ciao blog
So anon
I take it you don't find ass scratching interesting?
Sorry our converations don't hold your interest.
Guess you should look for entertainment elsewhere.
Anon, if you don't like the conversations, you can either skim them or leave. Just because you don't like them doesn't mean that Mayo should shut down his blog. Isn't it ultimately up to him?
You know, it's madness. Back when we were posting poetry and games we were getting shouted down because we were interrupting the regular every day conversations. Now that you guys all got your regular old conversations, that's bad, too. It's just like Solly said.
Anonymous said...
yep
a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do - bye bye blog
December 20, 2008 9:55 PM
So does a woman. ^_~
Got cheese to go with that wine.
Still awake at dawn,
Parting from autumn,
The dew upon my sleeves
Is laced through with frost:
Winter has come, perhaps.
it is because the light reflected from painted glass is ambiguous. mirror me in your words, and that is where I find clarity. as do you, in each others.
yessssssssss
ass scratching does the trick
As the snow falls down,
Sealing in Winter
All the plants and trees,
Unknown in Spring
Flowers bloom.
Hello, I smell like ham, but I am not scratching my ass.
When I look across the fields,
Beneath the miscanthus grass
The tender plants
Are withered; Winter is
Here, at last.
Izumi is one of my favorites!
Are you about, Izumi-chan? :D I posted that one for you!
Carrie!!
*nom, nom, nom*
I like ham!
Hello, Carrie. I smell like mint and lemongrass, along with pine, peppermint and chocolate. I could just eat myself.
Hey Carrie
Well then let's discuss ham.
Or we could discuss scratching ham.
No scratch that.
Let's talk turkey
Kapunua said...
Now that you guys all got
Who is you guys?
Looks at wine anon.
Was you one of you guys?
Hey Solly and K! And poetry anon. Give me something nice about death and dignity and stuff like that. My Nanny is not doing so well, and I'm trying to see the poetic side of all that stuff.
Buried in Winter,
How unexpected it is
Between the trees
To imagine flowers
In the fallen snow.
Oh K, I would rather sell you all day than stupid meat, and hey Elena!
Carrie, I'm the poetry anon. You want a dignified death poem? I will try to find a nice one for you. :)
10:33, I have no idea what you're talking about. O_o
ass scratching does the trick
December 20, 2008 10:29 PM
Only if my ass is itching. Don't do much for me if it's not.
I can pass it on to my Mom, she's bearing the brunt of all this crap, and when I asked her how she was today, she said "six jumps ahead of a fit" and burst into tears. I feel so helpless and it sucks.
...
In a god's funeral
We interred you.
As goodly flax,
Your shrine at Kinoe:
An eternal palace,
Built high for you.
As a god
Are you enshrined.
Though that be so,
My great prince,
Would live a myriad years,
I thought.
You had built
A palace at Mt Kagu.
For a myriad years
There you would endure, I thought.
As does the sky,
It fills my gaze,
A jeweled sash
Holding my thoughts
Full of awe.
That sucks, Carrie.
Maybe I can find a nicer one.
ta ta blog
no fear, the love groupies will find you elsewhere
ciao bello
Go back and read your own comment at 10:26 Kapunua.
That's what I'm talking about.
El Oh El I quoted what you said a few minutes ago. Who are these you guys you mentioned?
Ciao bello wine anon. Ta ta.
That's a nice one though. :) I just hate seeing the degineration. She was sooo strong, and now, yeah. I mean, I know it happens all the time, this is just really the first time I've had to deal with it, and I'm all isolated from the rest of my family in Yankee land. Oh man, sorry to be a bummer, I should be thinking happy motherfucking thoughts!!!!
10:42 cannot work out gender
you sure that is wine you are drinking or is it maybe...tequila?
Anon, it was the "was you one of you guys" that made me go O_O.
Who was I talking about? Everyone who bitched about the poetry, quotes and games.
When you anons come on complaining it's hard to tell you all apart! Were you one of them? Maybe you were, maybe not.
Carrie, all of these poems I'm finding are just plain depressing so far. At least the American and European ones are.
Carrie,
I'm so sorry that your family is having to go through this. It's such a terrible thing and I can't even imagine being apart from my family like you are.
And on a totally different topic, I can't stop visiting your blog. The pic of your little'un with those big eyes just keeps drawing me back! I think she's a real life Precious Moments figurine. So damn cute!
Considering the season
this may be more appropriate than the death poetry.
Snowflakes
by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of the bosom of the Air.
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.
Ha, Solly! I know, that pic is just surreal. It's our fave of her, hands down. :) She wasn't even sad or anything, just probably contemplating why we put her in such an ugly ass shirt.
10:43
Was that a question or a statement?
O_O
I know my gender.
^_~
Magnificat!
Magnificat!
Anima, mea!
Cantante, cantante. Domino, gloria!
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Semper.
I like the Snowflakes poem, but gah, so sick of snow. I'm going to move in with Solly and wear capris and flip flops. We have probably a foot of the white stuff on the ground here.
now on my second bottle of moscato rosa, very nice!
and a don't have a longfellow
Hey Amy! Are you covered in snow too?
moscoto, is that sweet? I usually end up with Shiraz round here, it's the only one the hubby and I both like.
I love the Snowflakes one! ^_^
Carrie, this one is quite nice, I think:
As a mirror
Did I see you once
Now on the field of Aba
In orange blossom
Gems I pick you up.
It's kind of about having admired the person who has died, and you still see them all around you after they're gone.
Stranger as you pass me by
As you are so was I,
As I am so, you will be
oops, moscato.
We have probably a foot of the white stuff on the ground here.
But do you have any snow?
Bwaha!
Sorry.
Welp, I gotta run for a bit. Back later! :)
Carrie, we've got 31cm of snow on the ground, but it's not what bothers me. It's the -33 temps. It's actually depressing.
Sorry Internet went out and I had to hook up to the landline
Carrie sorry to hear about your troubles. I feel for your mom. The best you can do is offer her all the love and support you can.
Hey Amy
yes carrie it is slightly tinged with strawberry, delicate and sweet
Yah.
What Amy said.
How's this one Carrie.
A Christmas Carol
by George Wither
So now is come our joyful feast,
Let every man be jolly;
Each room with ivy leaves is dressed,
And every post with holly.
Though some churls at our mirth repine,
Round your foreheads garlands twine,
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
And let us all be merry.
Now all our neighbors' chimnies smoke,
And Christmas blocks are burning;
Their ovens they with baked meats choke,
And all their spits are turning.
Without the door let sorrow lie,
And if for cold it hap to die,
We'll bury it in a Christmas pie,
And evermore be merry.
Now every lad is wondrous trim,
And no man minds his labor;
Our lasses have provided them
A bagpipe and a tabor.
Young men and maids, and girls and boys,
Give life to one another's joys;
And you anon shall by their noise
Perceive that they are merry.
Rank misers now do sparing shun,
Their hall of music soundeth;
And dogs thence with whole shoulders run,
So all things aboundeth.
The country-folk themselves advance,
For crowdy-mutton's come out of France;
And Jack shall pipe and Jill shall dance,
And all the town be merry.
Ned Swatch hath fetched his bands from pawn,
And all his best apparel;
Brisk Nell hath bought a ruff of lawn
With droppings of the barrel.
And those that hardly all the year
Had bread to eat or rags to wear,
Will have both clothes and dainty fare,
And all the day be merry.
Now poor men to the justices
With capons make their errands;
And if they hap to fail of these,
They plague them with their warrants.
But now they feed them with good cheer,
And what they want they take in beer,
For Christmas comes but once a year,
And then they shall be merry.
Good farmers in the country nurse
The poor, that else were undone;
Some landlords spend their money worse,
On lust and pride at London.
There the roisters they do play,
Drab and dice their land away,
Which may be ours another day;
And therefore let's be merry.
The client now his suit forbears,
The prisoner's heart is eased;
The debtor drinks away his cares,
And for the time is pleased.
Though others' purses be more fat,
Why should we pine or grieve at that;
Hang sorrow, care will kill a cat,
And therefore let's be merry.
Hark how the wags abroad do call
Each other forth to rambling;
Anon you'll see them in the hall,
For nuts and apples scrambling;
Hark how the roofs with laughters sound,
Anon they'll think the house goes round;
For they the cellar's depths have found,
And there they will be merry.
The wenches with their wassail-bowls
About the streets are singing;
The boys are come to catch the owls,
The wild mare in is bringing.
Our kitchen boy hath broke his box,
And to the dealing of the ox
Our honest neighbors come by flocks,
And here they will be merry.
Now kings and queens poor sheep-cotes have,
And mate with everybody;
The honest now may play the knave,
And wise men play at noddy.
Some youths will now a mumming go,
Some others play at rowland-hoe,
And twenty other gameboys moe;
Because they will be merry.
Then wherefore in these merry days
Should we, I pray, be duller?
No, let us sing some roundelays
To make our mirth the fuller.
And whilst we thus inspired sing,
Let all the streets with echoes ring;
Woods, and hills, and everything
Bear witness we are merry.
Come on down here, Carrie. We can sunbathe and stuffs!
Now I gotta go watch the Goonies with LHM. I just took him to your blog to see the snow and he's so jealous!
If I don't come back tonight, you guys have sweet dreams!
hello for a little bit
Hey Elena!
Carrie, I must have missed the news. What's up with your mom?
Longfellow, the snow or the Magnificat?
Thank you K and other poetry anon. OMG, the apocalypse, I actually ask for poetry. :) And yeah Amy, the cold, that's bone numbing, not to mention booger freezing.
epitaph for a blog
You shared our joy, our hopes, our dreams
We thank you for being that wonderful you
Anonymous said...
now on my second bottle of moscato rosa, very nice!
and a don't have a longfellow
December 20, 2008 10:53 PM
Neither do I 10:53. I don't have a bottle of moscato either.
Goodnite everybody.
have fun Solly, you are doing a good thing there, watching the Goonies, that is a significant part of social development!
Hallo Ergo!! How's your trip going?
Amy, my Nanny (well, my paternal grandmother) is currently not doing too well because she has bone cancer, and my Mom is kinda bearing the brunt of dealing with it. It's been kind of a Merry Fucking Christmas all around down there, as they just got the diagnosis this week.
Ergo!! I totally missed you there!
Christ Carrie.
You and Cuppy... man... I don't wanna say it, but Merry Fucking Christmas seems to work pretty well for me too.
epitaph for a blog
Faith wings the soul beyond the sky
Up to that better world on high
hi carrie amy anon k elena
having a lovely time, except it's really hto
we were going back today (well ow) but we are going to go early moring instead.
been out at the beach this morning, not on the beach there is a big park along the beachfront with a water areaI'll see if I can find a pic, I can;t upload my camera on this computer
Ergo
I miss you!!!!!!!!!
that sux carrie, hope your family esp your mum finds the strength to cope
Thanks, Ergo. My Nanny is so funny, we've made fun of her for years for gossiping about people being sick and being the big broadcaster of the "dead and dying report." Now that she's on it, she doesn't want anyone to know she's ill. She would probably freak if she knew just how many people WORLDWIDE knew about it. :)
Shit the evil has awoke
or awaken oh whatever
I'll be back as soon as I can
Okay Elena, good luck with the evil.
when we go to that blog heaven in the sky
With sinking heart and tearful eye
To these dear ones we have said goodbye
Then they are glad because they are at rest
and so he bringeth them unto his haven
where they would be
Anon, you're slightly pessimistic, aren't you?
for the time is on nigh!
what I take I do not love,
but the love I take is freely given.
It rolls away and suckles me in the dark,
then leaves your side to walk my ways forever.
Love melts away in morning light.
It wants the salty tang of night,
not your dull and aching sunlit life.
finito
suckles has always been a funny sounding word to me.
Gloomy anon might need a better wine or something
Amy.
I'm wondering if that's the case 11:22.
As blasphemous as it is, I probably have some consecrated wine around here somewhere.
Ha, why do you have consecrated wine hanging around your crib?
i love my wife, sorry, wine...
everything has a beginning and an end
I don't know whether to tear it down or paint it white.
Maybe nothing should stand anywhere, ever.
If a man's not immortal, should the thing he makes be?
For once a thing stands, it fills in a gap.
To empty a gap brings the gap back to life.
And you can't bury that somewhere out of sight.
You o.k gloomy anon?
Can I have some of that consecrated wine Amy & Carrie?
here is the water park it has a big bucket tips on you, all free too
sorry for delay had to share computer
I have no consecrated wine. I think it might sour if it got around me. :)
Paint it white gloomy anon. Just try not to lose it in the snow.
^_~
Ergo, coolness!! I would much rather see that than my snow covered yard!
What's all this about the blog going to the sky and what not? /:
That kind of made me laugh.
you still here? thought you said your goodnites.
It's funny how I come in and everyone stops talking? /:
Carrie, darling, it's Christmas.
Also, you never know when consecrated wine might come in handy.
Now, who wants a glass of Holy!Wine.
...
That would be even better than Cat Piss on a Gooseberry Bush.
Belle not really, I'm trying to thaw my right hand.
Don't ask.
Hello again
Anons still being gloomy?
hi belle
hi again elena! miss you too!!
Hello Elena & Amy.
[:
Haha,Amy don't worry I wont!
Hello there Ergoproxy! [:
I wonder if everyone is suffering from chatlag lately?
Hey Belle
long time no see. how have you been?
Hey Belle, sorry, went to get a snack.
I know Right? [:
Hey Elena,I am good,psyched that it snowed here and all. That never happends in the desert.
And you?
Hi there Carrie.
'Scuse me for changing my mind.
It was cuz of me, right anon? You wanted to spend more time with me. Just picking on you.
you can always change your mind anon
glad yo hear you're well belle and fab about teh snow, it'd be special if you never get it, unlike the poor snowed under folk.
I am sunburnt a bt from playing under the big bucket all morning, and a bit tired from late nights and rather a lot of wine.....
I decided I really like Beyonce's new song, even though I generally don't listen to anything unless it's at least a year old.
So I changed my mind too.
I'm pretty much frozen, Belle.
Going into neg numbers tonight. Have to have all the animals in the house. Yeah, it's a real party.
I did Carrie. I wanted some of Amy's extra special wine too.
Hallo Elena and EP.
What kind of wine? If you're all getting a good Australian Shiraz all sitting right in Australia, I'm gonna be jealous.
Which song, Amy?
I wished it would snow every day actually,I don't like the heat...the sun. [:
And hee, Anon, you are sweet. :)
Well,hello there anon [:
*passes around glasses of extra speshul wine*
Carrie, Single Ladies. I think it's snappy.
Oh, hells yeah, Amy!!! I first heard it watching that guy dance to it on the Bonnie Hunt show, and it has been an ear worm in my head ever since!
Ergo, didn't Shiraz originate in Australia? I'm not sure, but I thought that's what I had heard.
Ooooh,wine.
[:
Haha,thanks Amy!
I can use some.
Carrie, it got me when she did the skit on SNL with Paul Rudd and JT.
"We're the dancers"
I love Justin. Such a guilty pleasure.
Amy I'm not sure, we were drinking Sauvignon blanc and I had some spanish red, can't recall the type but it was very nice.
I don't know about shiraz amy
Hallo Belle. Thanks Carrie. You're sweet too. Sorry your family is going through such a sad time. :(
Goodnite everybuddy.
I hope that makes 11:32 happy.
^_o
I loooove JT just because of his SNL work. I thought he was kind of a joke before then. But a body of work like "Give it on up for Homelessville" and Dick in a Box, yeah, the guy actually does have talent. :)
night Anon, and thank you for the sympathy.
Goodnight Anon.
[:
I didn't realize that was JT in Dick in a Box until I heard him sing. But it's a good thing that he can take the piss on pop music like that.
Have you seen the follow-up?
Well crap just when I thought it was safe to get back on the blog he came back...
Okay he's really gone now.
Hi and Bye anon...
Hiding Elena?
goodnight anon :]
JT struck me as having a much better sense of humour than I expected
What Is Up With Mayo? I Mean Really
Me too, Ergo! I was pleasantly surprised.
5:01:01, error, error!
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(Sorry, very inventive username)
Well, I am going to bed.
Goodnight everyone. [:
goodnight belle sweet dreams
Hahaha!No.
Night Belle.
"Mayo"
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I Like Eggs!
Oh Bert, I love you but I must go to bed. Have a nice night, blogland.
Just kidding 5. I don't even know what I said there.
I'm not versed in binary at all.
goodnight carrie sweet dreams.
Quite Alright Amy...I don't even know why I chose this name...
I wish I was hiding Amy. Holy shit you have no idea what goes on at this house every fucking night.
Last night I realized something. If I was watching a Lifetime movie about a woman who put up with what I put up with every night I would say "What the fuck? No one would put up with that shit."
Then I realized I'm that woman and I DO put up with that fucking shit every night.
Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!
5, to keep your real identity from everyone? I think we've all done the same thing. :)
Elena, it's odd but that seems to be the case with a lot of people. You don't realize what you're in, until you see someone else in the same situation.
Well, at least Bert loves us all. He's like a crackhead version of some Televangelist.
*scratches her head at the complexity of the situation*
Yeah But I Don't Know The Meaning...Ha...
Damn right Amy!!!!!!!
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There....
That's probably true Amy but I'm pissed as hell.
Shit, I shouldn't have to put up with this.
I mean the excuse "I wake up in a bad mood" only goes so far.
5, I picked my name from a book. It's actually Amaranth, or Amaranthus. And it's a plant.
How exciting, right?
thanks bert Mccrackhead
that is binary code for something by the way :]
At Least It Makes Sense...Ha
elena *hug*
five nice to see you have a name
translation site
Remember Elena Bert loves you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks Ergo
Elena, very true.
*puts on her Dr Phil hat*
Now, how long are you going to take his excuses for what they are? Hell, how long are you going to make excuses for him to accept? When will you stop walking in the shit he's shovelling?
You need to decide when this is going to end, when your acceptable level has been reached, and what you plan to do about it from there on in.
Dr Amyphil
(you sound like an antibiotic)
elena I know it's really hard, but you do need to look after yourself sometime too.
What An Interesting Site There
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right...had my shower, feel better
i don't know what you did, but i'm going to find a way round it
you can count on that...
me!
Well, we had wine while you were in the shower...
Do you want some wine?
YAY!!!!!!
*happy dance*
Haha Amy...
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