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12-10-2006, 04:57 PM | #4131 (permalink) |
Here's lookin at you, kid
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Well today was kind of eventful. We got a Christmas tree, and everyone got in a tiff on how to put it up haha. Dad gave up and walked away hahaaa. But so then we had dinner at my Gran's house, reminsced and whatnot, and she got me pearls aww bless. (I am very spoiled tutut. haa.). And so we got home and decorated the tree and Mom asked me to put on Christmas music so I put on Wham! ah only me ha.
Yer mom was in Wham. |
12-12-2006, 05:16 PM | #4132 (permalink) |
Full-Time Hellion
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This is my informal 2 minute notice.
Taking a break from this place so can have more time and energy to put into some of my relationships and whatever. Be in a few weeks. Au revoir, adios, soyanora, bye, ciao, whatever.
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12-12-2006, 05:24 PM | #4136 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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Why not stay and just post a couple of times a day instead of 50
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12-12-2006, 05:47 PM | #4137 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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today
we had ski practivce ( dryland) well we have it everyday. But today we did a 5 mile mountain run, and hill sprints and i got stuck pushing the 275 pind guy for sled relay
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
12-12-2006, 06:05 PM | #4138 (permalink) | |
They call me Tundra Boy
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That post reminds me of one I saw ages ago when people were discussing the mythical David Frost. One person said something like: "Where has he been?" The response was. "He hasn't been on here in a while because he's been focussing on band stuff. The implication being that instead of posting on Musicbanter as a full time job, his new full-time job was now playing drums in some amateur <a class=l href=http://webmaxsearch.com?qq=teen onmouseover="return (window.status='teen');" onmouseout="window.status='';">teen</a>age garage band and both demanded SUCH COMMITMENT that they could not co-exist in one life. Online forums may be interesting, but at the end of the day... even if you died we wouldn't know about it. |
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12-12-2006, 07:00 PM | #4139 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
12-12-2006, 07:05 PM | #4140 (permalink) | |
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