For as long as I can remember, I have collected little bits and pieces of people. Not eyeballs and arms, or blood and guts, but their lives, their actions, moments and movements…the way they walk or speak. I watch and listen, collecting fragments and still-frames of lives of which I know nothing. I keep these parts, and then when I am ready I attribute my own perceptions to their actions; I make up stories. I am a thief. And from what I collect, I assemble.
The way a woman, carrying her child on her hip, hesitates while crossing the street. Wrapping her hand protectively around her child’s head, she holds her breath and second guesses the crisp-suited businessman will run the red light because he is distracted talking to his mistress, and he has only five minutes to make plans with her before he meets his wife for lunch. The woman knows this because her husband left her last year for his secretary. He told her over lunch.
The way coffee shop patrons cast questioning glances at the man sitting alone at the back of the room. His eyes are downcast, and he is spinning an empty cup. He rarely moves, and never speaks. Across from him sits an empty chair, a full cup of coffee, and an uneaten pastry. Patrons avoid him, falsely assuming he is homeless or insane, because of his sour body odor and dirty clothes. It is true; he hasn’t changed them in six days, the six days since his wife died, the six days he has returned to the table at the coffee shop where they met. The same table they called “ours” twice a week.
The way a classroom full of students, half paying attention, all consider the quiet kid in the back to be a dolt. They see a girl who rarely looks up and never raises her hand. The kid isn’t ignorant or lazy. On the contrary, she has already correctly answered the question in her head. She simply can’t get past the fear that, once called upon, she will fumble through her speech and answer incorrectly, drawing upon herself the jeers of her classmates. She so fears the embarrassment of being wrong that she sacrifices achievement. She will later beat herself up because she didn’t raise her hand, taking over from where the others have left off.
No Longer Lost.
I don’t have to look for you anymore.
Not in faces that resemble yours
Round and rugged, shadow of a beard
That always seems present, but never more
Than a scruff. Is it you?
I never asked, but wonder.
This time I could not help myself.
Are you?
He told me you drowned yourself,
And that in the end they had made you a beggar
Boxed in pine, without proper notice.
It had been 20 years, but still I looked for you
Because you were kind when I was afraid.
But, I think I don’t need you anymore.
Right now, that is all prosthetic.
A lack of sleep and unending thoughts will either drive me to excuse myself from my obligations or thrust me headlong into achievement. Everything around me spins on, and I remain pushing my way through to the very end.
And that is where I remain, soldered to the front end of a rogue missile.
p.s. that is what makes it rock.
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«Oldest ‹Older 1401 – 1600 of 4773 Newer› Newest»A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O! let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:
Let them say more that like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O! therefore love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
Thou gav'st me thine not to give back again.
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath steel'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is best painter's art.
For through the painter must you see his skill,
To find where your true image pictur'd lies,
Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved,
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it:
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
And puts apparel on my tottered loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarred the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppress'd,
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov'd, I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.
If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
And though they be outstripped by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
O! then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:
'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
A dearer birth than this his love had brought,
To march in ranks of better equipage:
But since he died and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
Thy adverse party is thy advocate,
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate,
That I an accessary needs must be,
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!
How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O! give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By praising him here who doth hence remain.
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd?
Ay me! but yet thou might'st my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:--
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth remov'd from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
The other two, slight air, and purging fire
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again, and straight grow sad.
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:
As thus: mine eye's due is thine outward part,
And my heart's right, thine inward love of heart.
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight.
How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advis'd respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand, against my self uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
lovely anon,
he was a most magnificent author, so beautiful to read
I've seen selfish self-absorbed people in my time but you beat them time and time again by allowing this blog to continue for your own egotistical gains.
It's time to finish this crap once and for all.
And instead of wasting your time here, spend it with your goddamn wife.
Mayo
too tired and relaxed to type much, lovely dinner, great documentary of the death of Cleopatra, and now to bed
have a lovely tuesday
much love EP xx
SS
so..have you ever been mellow? Oh I am, they call me mellow yellow..quite rightly
have a wonderful turday
lotsa love EP xx
goodnight blogbelieve, see you in my morning
♥xx♥
Good morning/night Mayo, SS, Sweetcheeks, any other kind, understanding, forgiving souls who may be around.
Yes, I am just getting home from an absolutely amazing night. The show was incredible. The Becoming and The 69 Eyes put their hearts and souls into their shows! It's such a wonderful thing to behold and experience!
Then, there was the after show where I had the most amazing conversation with who I now consider to be one of the most amazing men on the face of this earth. I'm sitting here now, typing this through tears. Wondering how someone still so young can understand so damn much. How he "gets it". So totally and completly. How is he is so willing to give it all up for what's really important to him.... for love, for family, for what he really believes in...
I sat there, stunned, for a few minutes. Yes, actually stunned. Looking into these amazing blue eyes... wanting to hold this mam and tell him he could have it all. Hoping he could have it all because he so deserves it. This beautiful man... so wise and talented and wonderful and loving...
I hope he can have it all. Everything he wants; because I don't think I have ever looked into a more sincere pair of eyes in my life. And, it both breaks and warms my heart knowing he is willing to give up one dream for another dream. Another dream of love and family.
I'm am just totally and completely emotionally drained, now. I had no idea men like that, people like that, still existed.
Wow. Just, wow!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ!
*runs back in to say:
6:00 ~ Who the hell are you to think you have the right to tell Mayo (or anyone) when they should end their blogs?
If this blog brings some joy and comfort to Mayo, so be it and fuck you for trying to make him feel bad/guilty about it!
Oh. Oh. So now I see where the 'sinister' came from.
Silly of me to think someone might clue me in on that. oh well.
Mayo, each little 'tale' in your post is sad in its own way, obviously, but it just goes to show you never really know what's going on behind someones everyday behaviours. Something to make you stop and think the next time you look down your nose at someone for something you deem strange. I can appreciate that.
Good day to you and yours.
You all like to pretend you "let it go" and are so far above it all. But the truth of the matter is that if the people you despised so much were still here, you would still on a daily basis be calling them c@nts, bitches, pathetic, attention whores, heels (oh wait you already did that today), and harassing them anonymously and via emails (Sdock's real name that OPJ sent out to an "anon") their ISP, their home town, and making them miserable.
You haven't let anything go. The people you hate just aren't here anymore.
Repost if you think this is true.
Yes, truest thing ever about this blog and the "lovelies"
Don't feel bad. They don't want to share.
9:19 I don't feel bad, don't worry. It's like when you know you should know something, but don't think of it right away.
I already knew that. It just didn't come to mind.
It took me awhile to figure it out too. LOL! Don't feel bad. ^_~
I'm going to take a stab at you meaning the sinister thing.
It's just not a place I visit obsessively, y'know? Like here, hence the post being up for a few weeks before I noticed, lol.
SS "belongs" to OPJ and Elena. They don't want other people to be "in on it".
Well as far as i'm concerned, they can have him. I'm married. LOL!
Just read back and saw OPJ trying to get people to fall into her ISP trap. LMAO, she must think people here are as stupid as she is.
*waits for everyone to come out in support of the poems posted all last night*
"See, see?!!! We don't hate poetry! Post what you want!! We never tried to make anyone stop except the bitches and they deserved it!! But we are above thinking that now!! I love poetry soooo much, right Mayo??"
Oh come on anon, let's not start that up today, eh?
You may have your opinions on it, as do I, and no doubt everyone else, but (and I don't mean this to sound rude), personally I'm not going to join in on that debate. Don't you feel it a waste of your time?
Lol 9:41 I actually think it a bit silly to post AS much as that anon did, but hey, not my blog so I don't really care if I have to scroll past it.
Vote for your favorite OPJ moment
A) Dildo and sex comments to Frank / SS.
B) "I HAD LOW BLOOD SUGAR that's why I went crazy"!
C) You're all a bunch of hypocrites! Wait, that wasn't me, Fimble Star set me up by somehow rigging Blogger!
D) "It's not like she's the only one who lost her father, and dont' forget what a bitch she is. My condolences to her though".
E) Mayo, how very DARE you post Fimble Star's story, we'll talk about this later!
F) "SECRETS, keeping them and telling them. Only a few of us know Mayo's secret and we're not telling"!!
Vote for your favorite today.
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LMAO! I can't vote for the dildo/Frank one because there's nothing funny about that, it's too embarrassing. I vote for the "caught insulting people signed in" one.
Dude she got actually caught. So many of us even lurkers back then were signed up to get emails of all replies on both blogs. I actually got that reply in my email, I just didn't think much of it until people pointed out how the remark showed up deleted and then repeated as "anon".
How pig-headed do you have to be to get caught so blatantly at something, but stamp your feet into the ground, cross your big old arms over your body, shake your fat head and say "nossir...... it wadn't me"....
What's "profie"?
I don't know how you can pick. They are all exceedingly funny.
I'd probably have to go for D. I'll have to remember it, it's a useful one. Translates to so many situations.
Profie? Something with bad spelling? No idea.
I couldn't go with D because it was too mean. I couldn't believe someone would be so lacking in manners and compassion though. God! But I agree the whole thing is priceless.
I don't remember E?
"How people treat you is their
karma; how you react is yours"
*gives 11:56 a standing ovation*
I'm telling you its the crack. That fucking crack..its fucking it up for everybody!
Too true 11.56
Damn 12.46, not everybody. I missed out on that freebie. Maybe I was in the line for brains and decency at that time.
I'm actually really glad that Mayo doesn't come around much any more. I bet some of these comments would make him feel kind of sad. Same with SS.
Lil Crackerellys...ya herd...werd up!
looks at the mess
*sighs*
:(
good morning!!
To the majority of anons from the last 24 or so hours, you will deny it, and say it's deserved, or try to justify it as you have countless times before, but you are doing exactly what you are accusing someone else of, and more, and that makes you no better and in my opinion far worse.
I don't expect you to care, so no need to tell me that, I couldn't care less for your thoughts either.
looks like a lovely day today, I have a busy one so won't be around.
Hope everyone is well
hi wendy, sounds like a great show
hi wish, I keep missing you, stupid time zones!!
And more? LOL. Didn't see EP saying much when it was her friends doing the abusing.
"To the majority of anons from the last 24 or so hours, you will deny it, and say it's deserved, or try to justify it as you have countless times before, but you are doing exactly what you are accusing someone else of, and more, and that makes you no better and in my opinion far worse."
You were strangely silent when Wendy went on her drunken rant, when OPJ abused the stat tracker, when MJ had too much to say about Kapunua's grandmother, when OPJ accused Fimble Star of "setting her up" and called a bunch of vulgar names, and speaking of vulgar names, you were strangely silent when Amyranth was "calling a C*** a C***" and various other disgusting names.
Strangely silent, EP.
Or maybe you will deny it, say they deserved it, or try to justify it.
Maybe you just agree with Amyranth who only yesterday (still to this day starting trouble on the blog), called them all "heels" for absolutely no reason.
So maybe you think all that was deserved and you can justify that.
Hypocrite.
some pretty
6:57
you are talking out of your arse as usual.
angry idiot!
more pretty
Good Evening, everyone.
Only in for a moment, just a quick hello.
Hey to Ergo, Elena, Wendy (Glad you had such a good time at your concert!), Amy, B.C., TJ, Miss T., Paperheart, Martha, Wish, Anima, Jade, Cupcake, anons, lurkers, and anyone else I missed.
Anon at 6:58 and 7:06, beautiful paintings. Monet is one of my favorites, Renoir being first.
Have a great night, and take care.
Love,
L.
Mayo,
How are you? Are you getting ready for Halloween? I just got out last years copy of Southern Living for the Halloween treats and designs. Yeah, I know. I'm being girly. But I love this time of year!
Hope you have a good night,
Love,
L.
renoir pretty
:)
S.S.,
Need ideas for a costume? Well look no further...
The Doppler Effect
Good Night, my friend, sweet dreams.
Love,
L.
Oh, thank you, anon! That is one of my favorites.
Good Night to you as well.
L.
7:01, you simply know there's no way you can deny it.
Not every flower can say love, but a rose did. Not every plant can survive thirst, but a cactus did. Not every dummy can read, but look at you go! Good Job!
Saw that on a t-shirt today, and I had to get the girl to stop so I could write it down. XD
I just wanted to say hello! I am a friend of Toujours. She and I met by chance in the early dawn hours in Philadelphia, lining up to see MCR. Our journeys -- literal and metaphorical -- intertwined at the end of MCR's tour dates last year, and we shared a beautiful and intense week.
I was so glad to get to see her again a few weeks ago when we met up in New Jersey to see Drive By. She pointed me to this blog and I've just started exploring. It sounds like it has been a home for her and I just wanted to say hi to Mayo and to all of you.
Its not what you are that counts..its what people think you are.
~Joe Kennedy
I'm sorry, did Amyranth seriously just call Kapunua and her friends "heels"? After the way she treated them?
That makes me laugh. Sad, but laughing at it all.
October 12, 2009 11:48 PM
No, genius, I didn't. Read the conversation again.
Anonymous said...
I just miss fiery Amyranth who told her thoughts about them. I miss when the whole blog was like that but you were very vocal and not afraid to call the cunts the cunts.
I guess they're not here anymore but some of their supporters still are and everyone blue is so quiet. Where are the days when people would stand up for themselves?
October 12, 2009 8:49 PM
WHO are the ones who insult people the most? THE ANONS.
To which I replied:
Amyranth said...
Where are the days when people would stand up for themselves?
Sometimes, the best way to stand up for yourself is to keep your mouth shut, and watch others make heels of themselves.
October 12, 2009 8:54 PM
And you reply with:
I'm sorry, did Amyranth seriously just call Kapunua and her friends "heels"? After the way she treated them?
I said nothing about any of them. You said it all and I can see from here that you've spent almost 24 hours flogging that idea.
Way to go.
Hallo Naiad!
(Can I call you that? Calling you Vis wouldn't be bad either. But it's up to you.)
Hi, Amyranth!
Naiad is fine! How are you doing tonight?
Still getting my bearings around here.
I'm not doing too badly! We got snow overnight. Real snow, not the sugar dust they've been tossing at us and calling snow. So, the roads were bananas, accidents everywhere, and I'm freezing my ass off, BUT I'm not at work, so it's really not so bad.
How about you? I hope it was warmer, and a damn sight more interesting where you are.
Starting to get colder here in Massachusetts, but no snow yet, although I woke up to find one of our cats completely obstructing the heat vent in our bedroom, stealing all of the warm air, so winter isn't too far behind!
Hahha! I wish the cat would sit on the vent, but nooooo, he's gotta sit ON me. Apparently, the warmest spot on my body is where my lungs are, he's always snuggled in somewhere there.
How many cats do you have?
BRB, need to make a quick run to the store.
Two kitties - Henrietta & Nicky. Hope the store trip went well! I'm off to bed soon, I'm afraid, as I'm at the end of a bout with the flu and need a ton of sleep. Be well!
Amyranth, the question asked to you was about Kapu and her friends and your answer was to "let them act like heels" which is no different from you calling a cunt a cunt.
yay! naiad you're here! i know i've probably missed you tonight, but i'm so happy to see that you decided to comment. :)
get some rest and get better real soon!
:D
Run, Naid, run. At this point you are unsullied, and I'm pretty sure you may be a nice person.
Also,sorry for spelling your name wrong.
she is a nice person, very much so. :)
hmm.
*looks around the room*
this place is a leeeeeetle messy.
*begins to gather up magazines and loose papers*
Never saw Toujour complaining about "messy" when it is her friends doing the abusing.
dude, i'm not talking about the comments, i'm talking about the socks! why are there so many socks laying around?
and how many coffee cups can we stack under the table before we run out?
*takes an armload of mugs to the kitchen*
Truth is that the only thing that ever gets a response out of you is someone saying something about Gerard Way. Everyone else can seemingly go diaf as far as you're concerned. Priorities. Get them.
You too, like maybe going to bed if you're on the East coast, or watching some tv if you're in the West. Or just maybe, not bothering to be mean to people you don't know.
"diaf" is an internet expression i particularly dislike. that is not something i would wish on anyone.
anyway, i've got the mugs in the dishwasher...
and the magazines are at least piled all in one place...
but i don't know what to do about those socks.
why do we have so many stripey socks?
Well Toujour that is the way you behave. I never once saw you say "stop" to any of the abuse that goes on here but someone mentions Gerard Way and you turn into a different person. Why don't you care when its one of your "friends"??
i support my friends directly, 12:36, not here where it would just increase the noise. also, my friends don't require me to debate with anonymous commenters in order to show my support for them.
and now, i need to be saying my good nights. i hope you have a good one, 12:36. sweet dreams. :)
Your "friends" do most of the abusing tourjour so it's no wonder you "support" them.
It doesn't "increase the noise" when you flip your shit over Gerard Way?
The blues here are such phonies it's a joke.
mayo,
today at work we had a ton of orders, so much so that i stayed late just to finish cutting fabric for one -- some lady in england ordered cuts of 45 different fabrics. that's one of the largest orders i've ever filled. i never thought i'd be done cutting and folding her fabric!
but it was also pleasant, in a way -- there at the shop by myself, the night coming on all dark and wet. i had some music on, stuff i can't play during the day, and i just let my thoughts wander while my hands were busy.
i thought a bit about my halloween story, and thinking about my halloween story lead to thoughts of the blog, and thoughts of the blog lead me to remembering past posts, the ones that worried me, the ones that charmed me, the teasing ones and the tricky ones, the ones you wrote for us and the ones you wrote for others but left here for us to read.
i know the blog is different now, our serendipitous community is smaller and less...communal than before, but even so, my appreciation for this place and what you share with us here is as strong as ever.
no matter what happens, no matter how long this blog remains, it will always hold a special place in my heart, as will you, mayo.
take care, and good night. (do you still dream about flying?)
It is easier to perceive error than to find truth, for the former lies on the surface and is easily seen, while the latter lies in the depth, where few are willing to search for it.
*comes in exhausted ~ but very happy after another great night, with an old, dear friend this time (one of the four muskateers aka: my brother and his friends)*
Hello Mayo, SS, L, Ergo, Sweetcheeks, Amy, Martha, TJ, Naiad, Wish, friends old and new!
How are you all, tonight? Smiling as much as I am, I hope!
L and Ergo: Thank you!!! I did have a fantastic time at the show last night!!!! I'm still, somewhat, in awe of these The Becoming guys. I really am! They were just so damn refreshing. If I hadn't loved their music before (which I did), I would now! Hopefully I will get to see them, live again, soon. After they finish this tour with The 69 Eyes (awwww, I just adore them too), they're going on tour with Wednesday 13! YAY!!!!
*note to Wednesday 13: Please do not get in another car accident!*
Sweetcheeks: I'm so happy you'll be able to make your show!!! Make sure you get there on time to see The Becoming!!!! You will not be disappointed!
I did get those pictures for you (and videos too)! I shall work on uploading them over the next couple of days.
:)
Tonight, it was so damn good to see David again. Ross (my like a brother friend) brought him over to visit. I had not seen David since my brother's funeral...
He has not changed at all. Still as fun and crazy and full of life and laughter as ever! Still the David I remember pulling out of my brother's room or the workshop to come play paper dolls with me!
We reminisced about all those "old days". We laughed and cried and remembered... both my brother and my dad and all the wonderful times we shared. The Christmas Eves and the Bonfires and the Mardi Gras and the camp adventures.
And, he now wants to buy "the camp" from my cousins. The camp my dad and uncle built with their own hands. The camp where we all spent so many great days/nights/weeks when we were younger. The place where we all learned so much about nature, life, love and work. The camp my dad sold to my cousins just six months before he died (because he simply was not in good enough health to tow/launch/drive a boat and make the trip down Blind River once a month, anymore).
We talked about all those camp adventures. The bar~b~ques, the skiing lessons, the shooting lessons, the campfires and ghost stories. The "biting" fish I caught when I was around ten years old. It was a vicious fish... it bit everyone!!! How my dad was calling to me ~ who had roamed into the swamp (which I loved to do) to catch that fish ~ and asking if I was okay out there. My shouting back that I was fine and I had caught a special fish that was biting Brian, Ross, David, Kenneth... everyone! His shouting back "Good job, Wen"!
Needless to say, the fish did not make it back to the camp. My brother and his friends ~ bitten and blooded ~ decided to throw that one back as soon as they got it unhooked! They wanted to cut the line and set him free... hook and all; but, I simply refused to let them cut the line on my brand new fishing rod. Oh, hell no! They were not going to do that. It was my first 'big girl' rod and reel and they were not going to cut the line! Well, we had a first aid kit back at the camp... what's a few bites and a bit of blood?
:P
I hope you all have old friends like that. Friends you have known for so long that you can't even remember life without them. Friends who have shared so much with you. So many moments; moments that helped make you who you are. Friends who helped you grow up and were willing to bleed for you.... and whom you can look back on it now and feel so much joy about it all.
Have a great night, everyone!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ, CTV, SIM, DG, Fang Bang and DA!
WOW!!! I wrote a novel tonight! I'm sorry!
Johann: Excellent quote! I have always been a lover of truth and honesty. I have always been willing to do my reseach to find it for myself ~ to not simply believe something because "someone said so".
I believe that's one of the most important part of this wonderful journey called life. Searching for that truth, that depth. Being willing to do that. Being willing to take the time to find those answers for yourself.
I have always asked questions. I have always asked "why" and "how"...
I suppose I always will! Because, I simply can't imagine a life without questions. When we get to the point where all of our questions have been answered, where all or our mysteries have been solved; what else is there?
PS: Where the heck is Elena???
hey all!!
mmm back after a lovely day, with a very yummy lunch with hubby, lamb and rosemary pizza was to die for!!
it is, though, insanely hot and dry, really hoping for some rainfall relief soon!
great to see you Naiad hope you get fully better soon
lol wendy on the fish story
hi L good to see you
TJ I can vouch that house tidying is a never ending thing
Amy swap you some cold for some heat
and...
I called elena and can report that she has been very sick and stuck in bed, mr elena very kindly shared his germs, ain't he sweet!
she said to say hello to everyone and to you too Mayo
Queen's Brian May: 'I love Muse's 'The Resistance''
The Caterpillar.
You should never mock the caterpillar for being tiny, weak, prey or ugly. It is better than most. Most stay the same their entire lives, trundling through slowly and finally dying, much the same as they began, albeit wrinkly and possibly for some, wiser.
The caterpillar takes stock, hides away, and emerges beautiful. A butterfly. Triunphant and travelling, not a shadow of its former self but something better. Wonderful, marvelled.
I wish I were a caterpillar. That way, maybe I too, would sit back, take stock and change. Emerge trimphant and beautiful in the face of the shit that surrounds the rest. Rise above. Be wonderful and marvelled. Treasured, not cast aside.
I cannot change what nature has deemed my destiny, but I am working on it. Will you?
Muse picture post, LOTS OF PICTURES OF THEM DOING TOURISTY THINGS !
Nicely put, Caterpillar. Hope we're all making such effort.
Some caterpillars turn into moths.
Some moths can have beautiful features just like butterflies.
The moth is still a noble and changing creature. Where the butterfly is a beauty, the moth is a woker. It's transformation is no less special smply because it is less vibrant.
Though I do not believe that was you intended implication.
Hi MJ thanks for all those links :]
lovely words about the caterpillar, for all trasformations too, tadpole to frog, nymph to dragon fly...
not only do they change form, but also enter a world vastly different to that they have known.
A scary prospect, but if they didn't, they'd never reach their true potential.
Hello EP,
It is evolution at work.
Potential. You're right on the money with that.
the moth is a woker
*Worker
Question is, if the caterpillar knew it would become a butterfly (or tadpole a frog etc) with it's inherent leap into the completely unknown, and they could choose, would they still choose to do it?
Perhaps the key is to not over think it all and just try.
best of luck with it 3:06
Mayo
can I just say that slow cooked roast lamb, rosemary, garlic and mozarella with a tomato base, on a pizza is one of THE nicest things I have ever had for lunch, It was a lunch where after the first mouthful I had no thoughts of "oh maybe I should have chosen what they had" but for next time, the waiter told us as we paid, that a woman hod told him the calzone was better than an orgasm, so is it that good? or does she not have much to compare it with? Next time I shall find out (but I doubt it ;])
much love EP xx
SS
how is your week going, now you've hit hump day? Though, if you read above, I am on a mission to discover the truth of the calzone,but there was also an eggpant parmigiana, which sounded gorgeous. Too many food choices!! Just have to go out for lunch more often! Sounds like a plan :]
lotsa love EP xx
goodnight blogbelieve, see you in my morning
♥xx♥
eggpLant
*d'oh*
:)'s @ the caterpillar
"I have always been a lover of truth and honesty."
LMFAO.
Good Morning, Everyone!
The rain, she keeps a'fallin! And is supposed to keep a'fallin until at least Saturday. TJ, stay as dry as you can, it's not letting up anytime soon!
Elena, sorry to hear you are under the weather now. Hope you feel better soon, and Mr. Elena too. We'll call you later today.
Naiad, very nice to meet you! I hope you choose to stay and pick out a room for yourself. Don't know if TJ told you, but the Castle comes complete with your own numbered room. Full list of taken rooms available from TJ. :)
Amy, it sounds like the Thanksgiving dinner went well! How did the soup turn out?
Wendy, That was a great story you shared. Thank you so much for giving it to us too.
Ergo, I don't think I've ever ran across a calzone that I would call better than... :)
Martha, nice to see you. How's it going?
Mayo, S.S., Miss T., Wish, Paperheart, Jade, Cupcake, Anima, PJ, anons, lurkers, anyone else I missed,
Have a great day.
Love,
L.
SS, thank you for leaving those words of wisdom for your Lovelies. You know how much you mean to them, and when they are being hunted like they are lately they need your support. It's nice to see you giving it. To your true friends, the ones who remain loyal to you.
I'd like to believe the caterpillar would choose to evolve and take a stab at fulfilling it's potential, Ergo. There's not much worse than wasted potential.
:)'s back @ 8:10
S.S.,
One quick thing.
If you find the start-up capital and get the research facility off the ground...
"I'm Batman!"
Love ya!
L.
Whoever left the comment, it was was indeed lovely. Thank you.
So there's no confusion, I am not the dear SS.
Doesn't matter, anon. It was very sweet. I thought you might be someone else. Have a wonderful day.
As in, I thought you were someone besides S.S., not that I thought you were someone.
Not enough coffee. Going to refill.
L.
Mayo?
Mayo?
Can you not just take things at face value?
If something makes you smile or laugh, or think, just embrace it. Don't jump to thinking it must be a sacred message for someone, from someone you wish it to be. What I said was meant for everybody and nobody. Just words that itched to be shared.
I am the caterpillar. Nothing more and nothing less.
I am the walrus!
It is true that the caterpillar changes to a moth or butterfly. But they do it because it's what they do to survive - even when their lives are measured only in months rather than in years.
A great analogy. What prompts humans to change? The fear of death? Some people don't change no matter what. They live in their little world never seeking to broaden their horizons. Others are continuously searching for what the world has to offer.
I too, hope to see and welcome the opportunities to change in my world. It's not always easy to do when my eyes are closed tight fearing something new.
Thanks for opening my eyes just a little bit more today.
Moths can be beautiful too.
That was a really cool picture.
During the summer I find a type of moth that is nearly the size of my hand.
That's stunning.
Did Mayo and SS forget their password to blogger? How long has it been since one of them said anything signed in? Just asking.
that luna moth is beautiful. magnificent colors. :)
Did Mayo and SS forget their password to blogger? How long has it been since one of them said anything signed in? Just asking.
2 years 4 days 6 hours 8 minutes and 10 seconds!
Doubt they forgot their PWs anon, but, and it's just my own opinion, I'd be wary of saying anything signed in here for fear of it being twisted and rows starting over who it was addressed to or for, if I were them. You know? Too much hassle. easier to just come in when they want to and leave something anonymously...if they actually do as often as some say. I should think anybody really wanting to could imitate them in a heartbeat.
I can't tell you when the last time was because I can't remember, but maybe you'll get a nice anon who does and will help you out with that.
2 years 4 days 6 hours 8 minutes and 10 seconds!
Really? lmao, well look at that, too busy typing to see you got a reply.
SS has never posted signed in as far as I'm aware.
... with too much time on their hands today
:p
You're welcome!
Hiya guys, how are you all?
Welcome to the madhouse Visible Naiad, I hope you have a great time here.
Great post Wendy. I enjoyed the novel.
PH sweetie, I am thinking of you.
Anyways, I'm not staying cos i'm watching the footie.
Take care xxxxx
OMG, of course everyone that pops in that makes an analogy about something has to be SS, who is "supporting" the "hunted"/ rolls eyes.
Caterpillars do not "evolve", they mature into their adult self, which is something they cannot resist, in the same as our bodies change through puberty.
To whole purpose of chrysalis, is to finally emerge as adults, to fulfill their function as only their adults selves can.
There is your lesson, kids.
Sorry to hear the news about Kapunua's dog. And uncle. :(
An anon said recently that they thought Mayo was an egotistical attention whore. I always thought he preferred to comment anonymously so as not to draw attention to himself or have people kissing his ass. Likewise with SS, he always seemed to genuinely enjoy chatting with everyone. I think they both found it appealing, to be able to converse, share ideas and experiences in a way they might not be able to if they were signed in. Just my opinion.
Good afternoon/evening/morning Mayo, SS, Ergo, L (and J), MissT, Amy, Martha, TJ, Elena, Naiad, Sweetcheeks, Wish, those who have "emerged" and those still trying to break free from their cocoons!
How are you all, today? Good, I hope!
MissT: Any word yet? I may need to get those batteries in my 'physic cap' recharged if you don't hear anything by Saturday! You will. You will! I hope!
*crosses ~ everything ~ again, and gives you a big snog*
Thank you for enjoying my "novel".
Ergo and L: Thank ya'll as well!!!
*huge hugs*
I do have a typo correction to make. The last time I saw David (before last night) was, actually, at my dad's funeral ~ 10 years ago. It had been way too long!
Paperheart: I know I've said this before (quite a few times): You are an amazing young woman!!!
*huge hug for you too*
Martha: Thank you for those KOL links!!! The Muse links too!
4:05 ~ I, for one (and along with Ergo, L and a few others I'm sure), appreciate the poetic meanderings of "The Caterpillar". Their beautiful use of a metaphor. "The caterpillar to butterfly" to symbolize change and transformation.
To symbolize light to dark back to light. The struggle to free yourself. The fear of the unknown, the hope and (hopefully) eventual acceptance and a more beautiful life.
The Caterpillar: Whomever you are or may "emerge" as: Thank you for sharing your beautifully "voiced" thoughts with us!
Sweetcheeks: Are you still in Texas? I shall text you tonight!
Elena: Get well soon!!!!
I think that is all for now. Enjoy the rest of the day, everyone!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
Hi PJ, DL, Possum, Kass, FASC, EB, NO and Fruit Punch!
Hi 4:28! How are you, today?
I must be off now. I think I need a nap (and some Visine). My eyes are a lovely shade of pink!
*blows kisses to blog believe*
good morning all!!
hope you're having lovely days so far
mine looks sunny and hot again :/
Okay, ONE more thing:
Speaking of going from light to dark back into the light/emerging...
~~~This morning People magazine revealed its new cover featuring a photograph of a beaming Jaycee Dugard.~~~
Can you imagine her struggle? Held captive ~ in that dark, cold cocoon ~ physically, mentally, emotionally abused, tortured and manipulated for 18 years.
And, her struggle for "freedom" will continue for the rest of her life...
She is simply beautiful!
Well heck! Okay, this is the last "run back in", for now.
Hi Ergo!!!! It's sunny and still very, very warm here too. I'll meet you at the creek for a refreshing dip... after my nap!
;)
Enjoy your day, Ergo!
It' snot like she's the only one who ever lost a dog.
Mayo, your Aunt Marie called. She wants to know where she should put all of your things that you had her gather.
hey wendy, creek would be lovely, I think there is still some water in it, might be a bit still though
so good to see Jaycee feeling strong enough to speak of her ordeal, it'll be a long recovery but she is obviously happy to take one more step forward
I hope the media do give her time
and Steven Gately (of Boyzone) may have been a victim of SADS (sudden adult death syndrome) after the autopsy found natural causes consistent with heart failure
scary!
I don't think her dog died yet, she just said she/he had cancer. And that is a very crass thing to say anon.
That's not really necessary 6.00, is it? What on earth are you trying to prove; that you know some lyrics?
Bravo *claps for you*, you clever thing.
Why don't you have her gather yours. I think you know where you can have her stick them.
6:21, it wasn't crass when OPJ said pretty much the same thing about Kapu's father? Why is it different when she does it and when an anon does it? I was trying to prove a point.
Hey, neat!
A new type of pterodactyl fossil that was found is supposedly bridging the gap between the reptile's evolutionary forms.
They named it "Darwinopterus".
It' snot like she's the only one who ever lost a dog
She lost her dog to ....snot?
Darwinopterus? I will have to look it up
and there is apparently a new equation for happiness:
according to a pair of British researchers:
Happiness = P + 5E + 3H
P stands for Personal Characteristics (outlook on life, adaptability and resilience); E for Existence (health, friendships and financial stability) and H represents Higher Order (self-esteem, expectations and ambitions).
the highert the score, the happier you are
Questions on which the equation is based:
1. Are you outgoing, energetic, flexible and open to change?
2. Do you have a positive outlook, bounce back quickly from setbacks and feel that you are in control of your life?
3. Are your basic life needs met, in relation to personal health, finance, safety, freedom of choice and sense of community?
4. Can you call on the support of people close to you, immerse yourself in what you are doing, meet your expectations and engage in activities that give you a sense of purpose?
Working out the answer:
The questions should be answered on a scale of one to ten, where one is "not at all" and ten is "to a large extent"
Add the scores for question one and two together to find your P value.
The score for question 3 is the value for E, and question 4 for H
but Ingrid Collins, a consultant psychologist at the London Medical Centre, told BBC News Online: "I would be very surprised if people sat down and had to work out whether they were happy or not"
yeah, I think most people have a fair idea, but interesting theory
* taken from various sources, mainly BBC Health
6:36, it *was* crass when OPJ said it. But you don't have to add to it. It's just mean.
7:22, the same goes for you.
Mayo and SS could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman wearing white gloves.
why would anyone want a ketchup popsicle regardless of clothing?
gah it is so hot here!
36C outside, 21% humidity - blah
One of Alices Favs
hellooooo. :)
hellooo TJ :]
poor, hot ergo...how are you doing? would it be cruel to tell you that today was a cool and rainy day? *heh*
You may think it's funny, but it's snot.
it would be cruel TJ...
I'm really good otherwise, it's not unbearable, I don't have an air con on or anything, I rarely use it, the fan is enough, but I am in cool clothes
cooked some banana bread earlier, now I'm watching tv, eating an ice block
how are you? good day at work?
eating an ice block
wha...? like, a big one?
today was a pretty good day, my boss's granddaughter came in and she and i get along very well (too well, we always end up goofing off!). it made for a fun day. :)
what else did you do today besides eat ice and make banana bread? not that that isn't a full day...
:)
I don't know what you call them, like a popsicle, but you buy the tubes full of it as a liguid in the grocery store and then freeze them, they are fruit flavoured
we call them all ice blocks, as opposed to ice cubes you put in drinks
oh! i am enlightened!
here they are usually called freezer pops or something like that (short for popsicle, you see). i like your name for them better, it's much more impressive!
these are actually called Zooper Doopers and have a space robot on the bag and flavours like cosmic cola, Bubblegum Quasar, Space Pineapple, Blackcurrent Phaser
lol i never realized quasars were bubblegum flavored.
you learn a lot from Zooper Dooper flavoured ice confection tubes
nice that you had someone to enjoy your day with
apart from the baking etc I have done the housework, accounts and I have a student this afternoon
a busy day for you!
the granddaughter is a total monkey, 15 years old and always bouncing around. she has the attention span of a gnat, i swear, but she's a better salesperson than i am! she always makes me feel 15 again, too. the first time we met she made me sit in the backseat with her and we spent the entire drive chattering on about music, hair, and nail polish. lol
haha sounds like fun
nothing wrong with remaining young at heart!
we have birds in the tree outside, it is flowering and they are so noisy! One sounds like it's talking -constantly lol
ha you always forget how noisy birds can be! back in my old apartment, crows would gather in the nearby trees sometimes, in great huge crowds. they always sounded like they were having a a big debate, all shouting over the top of each other.
Mayo and SS could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman wearing white gloves.
I'm wearing red gloves.
I'll take 2 ketchup popsicles and a triple scoop tomato icecream cone.
they are friarbirds
they have bare heads, no feathers
yep TJ these sound like they are arguing, really raucous voices
i've heard of these birds before! you would think they'd be a little more peaceful, being birds of the cloth and all. *heh*
also, the thought of tomato-flavored ice cream has left me somewhat at a loss for words...
what do you top it with, parmesan?
sounds like something they'd make on Iron Chef, they make ice cream with all sorts of stuff
It would probably taste ok, in the right combination, perhaps in a parmesan cone, with basil drizzle?
yeah it does!
basil can be a very strong flavor, though, maybe too strong for ice cream, even tomato flavored. i like the parmesan cone, though.
hmm, i think a dash of cracked black pepper on top would be nice...it would look attractive too, don't you think?
oh yes, very nice. Perhaps a bit of basil oil, to lighten the flavour rather than straight basil?
Garlic and basil pizza crust cone topped with parmesan and mozzarella cheese sprinkles . Crushed pineapple on the side.
I'm hungry.
hi anon!!
*happy dance with you and the amazing concoction you described!!*
oh, crushed pineapple! nice touch, anon!
sugarplum: yep still in texas. I just sent you a couple of texts not too long ago. Are you doing well? Im gonna try to stay here a few more days and if that happens i might be able to make it to lousiana. And big hellos to anyone else about
hi there bc. :)
hi tj hows it going? :)
*happy dance with you and the amazing concoction you described!!*
**happy dances with ergo & tomato pizza icecream concotion**
***2nd scoop falls on white tshirt***
Shit. Who has a bleach pen?
it's going good, bc. :)
*hands a damp cloth to anon*
hi BC!
I got a message from elena, she is still really sick, got up for a while today and exhausted herself. It's really knocking her hard
she misses everyone and
Mayo
she misses writing her goodnights and wanted me to assure you she would still be bugging you for a halloween story!
Hi BC.
Thanks TeeJ. Don't think this is working.
**takes off tshirt**
I need to wash this before it sets.
Goodnight.
good night anon. :)
it's good to hear from elena, ergo, even if indirectly! i hope she gets better soon... :(
goodnight anon hope that stain comes out, try some enzyme washing powder
I'll let her know, I'll text again when I'm in town tomorrow.
At least she got up today, yesterday she said she'd been stuck in bed, so must be improving
oh yikes, i should be getting to bed too! i've been writing tonight while here, and lost track of time. oops!
good night ergo, i bet you would be a great contestant on iron chef!
good night bc, glad to hear you're having good trip!
sweet dreams. :)
thats good to hear tj. Hi ergo please tell elena i send my get well wishes! Hi and goodnight anon sweet dreams
i'll text her too, and tell her to get more rest! sheesh, she's one of those people who always thinks they're getting better before they really are. :)
talk to you later!
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