Yes I am here, not often and I only skim mostly, but that does not mean I dont still love you, it means I dont have a computer and that I am not taking class, just working full time.
Things are going well for me for the first time in so long. I am having a great birthday. I worked an ovwr night last night and I work another tonight, but I came ovwer to michelle's and we had a cook out this afternoon and we played darts and listened to music and she got me flowers and made me a cake. I am glad to have friends around again.
Romance is still not a highlight of my life, but maybe if i met JOHN CUSACK things woulod change. I WANT TO GO, if I can.
You scored as Modernist, Modernism represents the thought that science and reason are all we need to carry on. Religion is unnecessary and any sort of spirituality halts progress. You believe everything has a rational explanation. 50% of Americans share your world-view.
Guy #1: It may take a few tries, but it works -- you can flush them down the toilet.
Guy #2: I didn't think you could flush something, y'know -- solid. Don't they jam up the toilet?
Guy #1: Nope. I guess they're not big enough, or maybe I've been lucky, but I've never had a problem.
Guy #2: If you're going to kill them anyway, I don't see why you have those live traps.
Guy #1: Sherry won't let me get regular traps, so I don't tell her I'm flushing the mice, and everything's cool. I just tell her I'm setting them loose outside.
Well, today is the forst day of classes, I dont hve anything until tomarrow, yet my roomies puppy felt the need to wake me up at 7:42 this morning. Yay. I love that michelle and Jason put up the same pics from thwe bachelor party, but their comments were differnt and sometimes hilarious.
Rob has his chance with me and I am sad that he couldnt see what was there, but I guess I have learned from this and need to move on. He really just never moved out of the Prague mindset we established, and I felt like things couldnt stay the same when we got back and were living here.
Prague was amazing in every sense. It saved me in every way a person could be saved and I really think that maybe I was idealizing the people then it was actually the experience that was so meaningful. I found love there, but it was mostly that i learned to love myself again. I had lost the parts of me that were alive and fun and found them half way around the world. Now i need to keep a closer eye on myself and not get lost again.
I need to:
1. get school stuff situated for tomarrow.
2. talk to Rob.
3. get my schedule from Kohl's.
4. do laundry.
5. write...something...anything.
Since I have been back I have not been writing enough. It keeps me sane and that could be part of why I wasn't sane last year....at all.
Michelle and Jason I am glad I got to see you guys and I will let you know if I can come visit.
"I’m not sure of the significance of the bride and groom smearing cake all over each other’s face; it’s probably a fertility ritual, but it looks like the results of a really great blow-job to me."
ELMHURST, IL—"The wife and I sure had some crazy times on that thing before we had the baby," said Nathan Moscone, hanging his suit jacket on the swing.
This is fucking bullshit. I take my car in for service, again, and it comes back to me with a warning light on. And they haven’t even addressed all of my concerns.
(3 November 2006, Michigan) Death by train is almost too common to merit a Darwin Award. Few people are unaware of the three most important facts about trains: 1) Trains cannot stop quickly. 2) Trains cannot swerve. 3) In any collision, the train always wins.
Forgetting these rules, a 20-year old man was walking down the railroad tracks in Comstock Township, near Kalamazoo, Michigan. This, in and of itself, is not even close to Darwinian stupidity. Trains are loud, and they announce their approach from quite a distance, allowing ample time to clear their path. However, our Darwin contender made sure the odds were in the train's favor by wearing a pair of headphones with the music turned up loud. Louder than the train's whistle, apparently.
The news report didn't mention what song he was listening to, but I'm guessing it was "Don't Look Back" by Boston. Not looking back sealed his fate. Despite several loud blasts of the horn by the train engineer, our Darwin contender kept strolling down the rails in musical bliss, until Amtrak removed him from the gene pool. Reference: Kalamazoo Gazette
