this isn't a time for laughter, and yet..
.. i just can’t help myself.. www.damnyouautocorrect.com has some freaking hilarious stuff. try it, you’ll like it. ^^
don’t you hate it when you reach a place where blowing your nose hurts? because the only thing you do anymore is bring tissues to your nose, so you can blow it, over and over again?! i swear, if i have to blow my nose one more time i am going to smack someone, and my nose hurts even when i DON’T have a tissue next to it. but i know i’ll have to blow it again. i know i will.....
i never knew that worry had teeth and sharp claws.. i never knew that it would shred your flesh apart from the inside out, without thinking twice. leaving not a person, but a mashed and mangled me, nothing more than a pulverized pile of human flesh. without a will, without a desire to live. with just one bleeding wish left; the wish to die. and yet, worry doesn’t care. it continues to chew...
et tu, brute?
do you hate not knowing? i know i do. i never realized it before about myself.. well, i’ve been starting to realize it, slowly, over the past long while. i really do like to know what’s going on. to be in control of a situation. because if i don’t know, i start to freak out and imagine the worst. and that’s probably not good, because half the time worrying doesn’t...
crying doesn’t indicate that you’re weak. since birth, it has always...
this is my one experiment post
this is my experiment post, to see if the blogger to tumblr importer really works. —————————— the conclusion is that yes, it does indeed work quite well. if you would like to import your posts from blogger to tumblr in an easy, efficient way, click here. all your blogger posts will be imported to your tumblr, and the original posts will...
i can't think of a title
i’m going to listen to the count of monte cristo. not because it’s a book i’d choose to read on my own - admittedly, the title doesn’t really spark my interest - but because two of my best friends have told me, on two separate occasions, that i should read it.. so, i’m going to; although i’ll be listening, not reading. it’s a long book. 35 discs, 40...
this world is a strange place
why can’t we just be nicer to each other? why do we thrive off of pushing each other down, instead of trying to build each other up? it doesn’t make sense. this world is a strange place.
is it even possible?
i wonder, if i really disciplined myself and got with the program, could i write one post for every day of the year during 2011, without getting bored, or boring? could i actually write about my life in an interesting, non-whiny way for.. however many days there are in a year? could i perhaps write AND take photos of things, as well? writing and taking photos, one entry and one photo, every day,...
it just occurred to me..
if i wore my heart on my sleeve, i could probably flag down an entire spaceship with it.
i’m sick today. i seriously feel like crap.. my nose is running and my head feels stuffed up. and in 2 hours, i have to be at square dancing practice, which is something i wouldn’t miss for anything. i think i’m going to go take a nap.