Fubar Blog Posts 2

5 Behaviors Of Manipulative People
Many of us like to think the best of people. We like to think that they shoot straight and are forthright in their intentions. We also like to believe that they will ask for what they want and not resort to crazy tactics to get it. Unfortunately, however, there are times when we come across those who will do whatever it takes to get what they want...including manipulation. Being manipulated never feels good, but the worst part of manipulation is that often, we don’t even realize that it is happening. Here are a few ways to know if someone is trying to manipulate you: Buttering You Up: To get their way, manipulators will often make you feel good so that they can then ask you to do something that they want. The person may first compliment you or tell you what a wonderful job you did on something. Making you feel good will, in their mind, make it difficult for you to say no…after all, you wouldn’t want to disappoint them or give them reason to think you didn&rs

Be Happy♥
"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."

Be Happy, Very Happy (like I Am)
Grrrr....hack, hack. Okay lets try again.... Grrrrowlllll!! Hey, hey I still got it somewhere anyhowz. How are you?? I hope each and everyone has a magnificant day!! Don't go and rain on my parade... I am fudging fine, sorta hungry and what not but fine. Don't think I haven't figured out yet I'm getting liked for points and thats okay because I'm getting points too. 'Cept I would appreciate if I could get in the top 1,000. I know it possibly will never happen but I can still have fun living or wanting to die. I know there is always a brighter day around the corner. It just seems so damn distant sometimes. Today, however, isn't one of those days. Have you ever stopped, for one damn second, and thought someone or maybe anyone could not be masterbating after your every move and just wanting you to have a damn swell life. No matter how you see me, I haven't been and will never be anyones ragdoll. I am weak but I am strong. I can't run but I relearned to walk when I was 17. So don't even

Behavior Of Players
I was just looking to see if I could find the turf that caused my husband to quit playing FuMafia and when I did...I saw something that really shocked me. Someone had the audacity to call my husband a pedophile. How can someone be so stupid as to say that in a GAME like this. Mark had just started playing FuMafia and was asked to join a turf by another player. No big deal right......well, Mark then posted on the main Fubar page that he needed mob members and was told by the one who asked him to be a part of the turf that he had broken the rules and that he would be hit listed because of it. He was then kicked out of the turf and the boss of the turf, KingPin, began hitlisting him constantly. Mark could never fully play the game at all because his health level was always at zero. Wish there was a way to get this person and those in his turf (Black Plague) banned because of this. Shouldn't my husband have the right to play a game he likes and not be the target of idiots like them. I'm so

Behcet's Diseage
Today's topic is Bechet's disease. Why you ask? Well, I suffer from Bechet's disease. I have all my life. Bechet's disease is an autoimmune disorder that causes inflammation of the blood vessels and an overactive immune system. Basically it causes the body to attack itself. Now I have suffered all my life. There are different stages or severities. The most common is open ulcers (like cancer sores) in the mouth or genitals. THen it progresses to the point that in some, if they are poked with a needle on the arm for instance, an ulcer forms there. Then the most severe form I have heard of is when you get the sores in the eyes. Now, I have had the sores in my mouth as long as I can remember. They are extremely painful, but as far as I knew they were a normal part of life. I felt sick all the time when I was young. Most of the time I didn't look sick so people thought I was faking. But I genuinely felt sick. When I was about 15 or 16 and was actually at home...I got a ne

Behcet's Part 2
Where did I leave off??? I think that I had just been diagnosed and got such a caring response from my (adoptive) Mother. Well now after a few years I met my husband, got married and started with my first child. We moved to Florida...big mistake as we found out later. For humidity and stress were the main factors in activation of my behcet's disease. But I had not found that out yet. I was constantly getting sick and felt miserable all the time. We used to joke that he should just take me out to pasture and shoot me. Always being sick can really put a damper on any type of life, whether it be love or family life. I actually got more sores in the genital area in Florida. I always got sick but never could find anything. I have always gotten severe headaches and major mood swings from being sick and tired of being sick and tired. Later we moved to Fallon where it was a more arid climate. I actually felt pretty good there. Then whenever we would visit his parent's in Hi

"be Here Now"
"BE HERE NOW" By Jo$hua She doesn't love me anymore be here now this place this time what once was love is now gone has became just a rhyme out the door moved on to another space some other guy with another name hope he loves her like i did and dreams about being with her forever but it's ok forever is in my dreams time heals all wounds in time we will meet again and just be friends untill then this is not the end so cherrish the moments you have together cause you never know if they will last forever jo$hua free player from mysplayer.com

Be Healthy And Eat Less
Be Healthy and Eat Less Time of month: Sunset on a Waning Moon (moving from the full to the new moon) Tools: * yellow candle with holder * rose petals * lavender oil * small garnets * carnelian or turquoise stone * small jar with lid or plastic bag that seals * picture of yourself healthy. Charge yellow candle with desired goal and place in holder . As you light the candle, visualize yourself passing on second helpings of food, small portions on your plate and looking healthy and physically fit. Charge rose petals, oil and stones. Sprinkle petals around candle, again visualize your goal. Place the charged garnet stones and a few drops of oil into the jar or bag. [A baby food sized jar might work well.] As you do this visualize again. Then pick up the petals and place them into the jar or bag also. Seal the jar or bag and say: "By this jar/bag of powered oil, petals and stones, it will bring me courage and help me meet my goal to not eat or snack as much and

Behemoth
Abandon me A horror scene A time storm A pile up Exterminate it Calculate it Ricochet Smart bullet Get louder Get higher Get true to form Behemoth Verify Storm of the eye To detonate the fusion Get it? Wrecking Dragging Nagging Sagging Blocking Cocking Smocking Choking Get louder Get higher Get true to form Behemoth Intensity It's hard to see Diffusing the tune up

Be Here
want u be more close to me how the love come without feel you how the love come and you so far how the love come without see you how the love come without touch you how the love come without kissing you how the love come without u say " I LOVE YOU " COMMENT: ( I LOVE ALL OF YOU )

Be Heard On This Matter!!!
THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT MATTER THAT EVERYONE HAS ALWAYS HAD A PROBLEM WITH! NOW DON'T LET ONLY THEM BE HEARD! VOICE YOUR OPINION TOO! MUMMS!!! CURRENTLY NO POINTS FOR THEM!! READ ALL COMMENTS AND RESPOND NOW!! (pay attention to all the comments already posted and by whom) BE INFORMED ABOUT THE UPDATES ON GLOBAL MUMMS! CLICK THIS LINK TO READ ABOUT IT OH WELL, NEVERMIND .. SEEMS SOME OF US ARE JUST GUESTS AT THIS PARTY WE WERE INVITED TO. MAYBE SOME US CRASHED THE PARTY LIKE MYSELF??? HMMM?? ** SEE THE FOLLOWING UPDATE BELOW ** subject: update on mumms, stashes, salutes, and more.. post date: 2008-09-10 14:29:54 views: 1075 comments: 123 ratings: 0 hey everyone, just wanted to post an update in a new entry so it didn't clutter the old one. MUMM's the only thing that has changed is that points are no longer being awarded for voting on GLOBAL mumms. this is an experiment after hearing the feedback on my last blog post yesterday and we

Behind The Wall
Okay, I was talking to someone about dating and this idea hit me. I would love to go on a date with a blind woman. Blind people can see everything. Id love to know how a blind person sees me inside. With no way to hide, just me. And looks couldnt affect it one way or the other. Now that would be interesting. ut if a blind person thinks you are a loser, youre kinda screwed lmao Im just curious. Would you do it?

Behind Blue Eyes( I Am Anyway...)what About You???
-Blue Eyes- ********** People with blue eyes last the longest in relationships. They are kind, pretty or handsome & very good kissers.they always fall in love with there closest friends and never understand why, they are very funny and outgoing and don't care what people think or say,They are very satisfying and love to please. They can EXCEED your pleasure standards. The best of all. If you repost this and you have blue eyes you will have the best kiss sometime in the next 5 days. Brown Eyes- -Sex Addicts!!!sexy as hell,people with brown eyes are very attractive, adorable, love to make new friends. Will do anything for that special person. Kind and polite Can make anyone laugh or cheer them up. Loves to please the one they care for or love,very good kissers, are straight up WARRIORS, repost this if you have brown eyes, and you will find the one that you are meant to be with within the next 7 days Green eyes- -LOVES SEX!!!! People with green eyes have the most passion

Behind!
HEy all, did not expect such an outpouring of love from ya all on here. So I apologize at being so slow to respond to your love, but I will as soon as possible! Please keep leaving it for i shall return it all! haha. I am just incredibly busy with school right now and a lot of family issues. So just if you could keep your thoughts and prayers with my family, friends, and me I would greatly appreciate it. Take care and luv ya all!

Behind Locked Doors
Behind Locked Doors As darkness falls upon the moors Evil is released from behind locked doors The darkness hides them from our eyes Covered in maggots, worms and flies Skulking upon the dark misty roads Looking to find your docile abodes To ooze into your innocent lives To creep into your silent cries As the evil arrives in your homes It sends a shiver through your bones A dark foreboding creeps up your spine> Your adrenaline flows and you know its time To pull the sword in its magical glow And seek out evil to deliver the blow To sever its head and loosen its bowels To see its gore and hear it’s howls As you vanquish it into the night You prevail and still fight the fine fight Until the darkness falls again upon the moors Until once more evil is released from behind locked doors By: John Wesley 1999

Behind Every Soldier..
Behind Every Soldier.. There is a girl. She is always with him in heart & soul. She goes through everything that he goes through. She feels his pain... his sorrow... his joy... his longing... and his devotion. For every minute they are apart, her heart aches... But she smiles. She is a model to other girls.. They watch her and wonder.. How does she do it? She is the picture of everlasting love & fidelity to her soldier... his cause... and their country. She is his rock... his support... his best friend... and his lover. Her job is the most hard & painful thing she knows. It is also by far the most rewarding. Their relationship will weather storms... cross miles... and reach indecribable heights. Not because of who they are... But because of the love that they share. A love that is patient... honest... true... and kind. A love that transcends the distance. A love that is deeper than any ocean. A love that is more abundant than all the stars in the sky. A love that is

Behind The Door
Other things, aside from pornography, that can be found 'Behind The Green Door' -A new car! -an affordable set of quality steak knives. -sensible shoes. -An attractive water color painting of a forest. -three playful kittens. -An NRA certified rifle range. -white water rapids.

Behind You
I sneak up behind you while you are sitting at the computer. The back of your neck tingles and you feel my presence. You realize I am there when you feel my fingers wrapped in your hair. You gasp as I pull you to your feet. As you try to speak I take my other hand and force my fingers in your mouth. You gag and become quiet. You realize my control over you and that you have no choice to my will. Fear rises up with in your body as you wonder what I will do next. I remove my fingers from your mouth and place the over your throat. Your pussy tightens and excitement rushes through your spirit. You can feel my hot breath on your neck. My teeth bite deep into your soft skin. My hand tightens around your throat. My other hand is pulling you closer to me with your hair. Your breath quickens. You melt into the pain and your pussy dampens. I quickly release you and spin you around to face me. Before you can say anything I force you to your knees with my hand on your throat. You can see my expose

Behind The Wall
In 1960 a family moved into a farm house. It had alot of land and included a five bedroom house. Joseph Mann & his family bought the place and moved in. This was a family of four. Each child had their own room. Sixteen year old Donna loved her room. It was roomy. Yet some nights she felt frightend, yet did not know why. Months passed and the family adjusted. All except Donna. Sometimes at night she would hear a whisper of a female child cry out "help me". Donna would turn on the lights and not see or hear anything. And would try to go back to sleep. She told her mother of the voice she was hearing. Her mother just told her she must have been dreaming. One night Donna was drifting off to sleep when the voice yelled I am behind the wall. Please get me out. But this time Donna took action. She ran downstairs and got an ax and ran back to her room and started to tear the wall apart. Her parents heard all the noise and came up to see what was going on. Donna was white and frozen fr

Behind My Eyes
Poem .2 Category: Romance and Relationships By: Danielle H. Behind My Eyes Copywrited: 6/25/06 Behind these green eyes are the windows to my soul the door to my heart is always kept closed No one will enter without my okay but because of you those will be long days You hurt me so deep cut me right to the bone that all I felt was so stupid and alone I thought you were different so special and unique but you are just like so many others a heart breaking creep

Behind The Mask
She laughs and dances gracefully Anywhere anytime on stage She brings joy to everyone around In front of a crowd She paints a plastic smile in her face With a blue pencil her eyes twinkle A mask of plastic happiness Often covers her sadness She’s lonely but no one can tell She’s learning to use her mind To control her pain Nobody knows her fake smile Nobody knows she lies awake Nobody knows how much she’ll take As she cries herself to sleep As she prays the Lord her soul to keep When they see her All they see is her beautiful smile But behind a smile living a life in a lie Today she continues to dance She continues to laugh She continues to hope One day there will be no more Mask for her to wear One day she'll know Her place in this place One day this mask will be no more

Behind The Mask
Nothing is left for me now... I am a mere shell of what I used to be Loneliness, pain I remain here why...? I am bound by fate to you All my pain, my sadness, you understand it all too well I am here because of you... To be by your side no matter what To protect you at any cost Even at cost of my own life Masking how I truly feel about you You may just think of me as a friend But... I think of you as so much more You are someone worth giving up my life for You are the one who restored my faith in life again I always want to be there for you... To catch your tears, to share you laughter, to comfort you in any way I can Maybe, some day, I can tell you how I fell I just want to tell you that I love you

Behind Human Behavior #1 - Trust
I’ve decided to start a section of writing called “Human Behaviors”. The point behind these articles will be to show my feelings and understandings when it comes to the behavior of individuals in this world. Those of you that know me well know that I’ve a very analytical and logical person, and for the most part, I can tell a lot about you from the first ten minutes of interaction with you, especially if we’re face to face. I’m incredible at reading body language and body movements. Anyway, this article is about trust There are many variables that make a person who they are. I believe that the ability (or lack there-of) to trust other individuals is a big part about how people act/react in a situation. I believe that the default human behavior is to trust everyone you come across. Think about it, when you were a kid, did anyone need to “earn” your trust? No, they didn’t, because the World was simple, everything you heard was a truth, even things that contradicted othe

Behind You
In the dark of obsidian night, I stay secret completely out of sight, I follow your footsteps on the street, I listen to the shuffles of your feet, I stalk you past the shops, and over the back wall, Waiting for you to stumble or even fall, Your breath condenses in the air, And the wind trails it through my hair, You carry on, expecting nothing, And so your steps reduce to lazy shuffling, The night flashes off my teeth, And twinkles off the jewels on my daggers sheath, But still you do not see, You don’t see the shadows you don’t see me, Perspiration trickles down your neck, As you struggle to keep your now rapid breathing in check, But still I make no sound, no noise within the dark, All you hear is a gate creaking and a lonely dog bark, You feel your pulse come on fire, And your body heat rises steadily higher, I watch you through eyes that see all, And my gaze seems to make your skin crawl, I gain on you tensing my muscles drawing my knife

Behind!!!!!!! Need Some Bombs Babes!
Pop my cherry!!! Help me win my very 1st contest yall!!!!!! 1st prize is a WEEK BLAST and a CORVETTE 2nd place DAY BLAST and SILVER MOTORCYCLE 3rd place gets 30,000 in whatever they want lasts TWO WEEKS or to 30,000 COMMENTSThe RULES ...YES you can vote for yourself AND picture bomb ..thats all

"behind Every Hello There Is A Lifetime Of Goodbyes".
%%OBSESSION%% She came to me in the pale moonlight With words to soothe my burning desire. I did not know then that she belonged to the night And that together we would be the spark starting a fire. She kissed me with lips of deep scarlet And our souls became one within her universe. I had become caught in her sensual net Where one day i would call life a curse. She called upon me in a voice cold yet thrilling To destroy the things that once held value. My heart turned cold as my hands started killing And i knew then that i was getting what was due. She had become my obsession and eternal wife For I have killed in her name and honor. I have lost...and stolen...life... And someday we shall become lost in love.

Behind In Two *pouts*
make sure ya click on the link thats below pic to read poem.....comment bomb is aloud but where votes and rates matter are where the pic is. so please b sure to leave the love on the pic not the poem...not far behind on this one at all > > Crazzy lil **M.I.L.F** > > > > CLICK HERE TO READ AND COMMENT THE POEM!!! have to add this one too doin awsome in it and pretty far behind, please show the love in the blue eyes contest too if ya can...and damn i think these the last ones i am joining....lmfaro

Behind Stone Walls
Behind Stone Walls of a Prison Another life comes hurtling at you, with the clanging of the door. No phoenix bird rising on wings to fly-- No escape from its harsh realities-- Voices in the night echo, Slumber comes in snatches-- you awake at each sound. Back to the wall for safety, A long sigh of relief-- It’s only the guard passing. Freedom a dream seen briefly, outside the walls—the sun a molten dream. Hoping and praying for release, or even a word from home. Are you forgotten, While others live on? Trapped in a time capsule-- Made of your crimes-- Face to face with your judgment-- Underneath the hand of the law. WRITTEN BY: BONNIE ADAMS

3000 Behind
we're like 3000 behind now. We could really use all the help we can get!!! Please come bomb us It's a couples contest and our points are added up in the end so bomb either picture Thank You!! Just Click The Pictures

Behind These Walls
Because of the hurt I want to push you away. But when you are around I beg you to stay. I wish things were different and we weren't drifting apart Because being with out you is breaking my heart. I wonder if I'm in love or just afraid to let go. You say you love me, but this love you don't show. Is this for real or just an allusion? I can't handle the drama & all the confusion. Why does all this pain always happen to me? Why can't I just disappear, just let me be. I will close my doors and disappear inside. This is where I find comfort, this is where I shall hide. Behind this wall is where I shall be Behind these walls no one can hurt me . . . .

Behind Her Eyes
Some days dark and brooding, Others are bright and full of life. Look into her eyes, And tell me what you see. Do you see the color changes? Silver, aqua, and then deep blue, Are they azure like the midday sky? Or do you see more than just color? What is behind the eyes that she hides? Could it be love, Or could it be hate? Only those close to her can tell you. Eyes are her soul, Letting you know where she stands. Whether she is scared, Or whether she is content. When she smiles, her eyes glimmer with rays of sunshine, That reflects off of the snow-capped mountains. Down and disturbed, her eyes go dark. Dark like a storm that has invaded the night sky, Lightning flashing. What will the color be next? Only she knows, And sometimes even for her, That's an impossibility. Guessing is called the game; What to expect, And never knowing when, Is the prize. She might walk like an angel, But may have the e

Behind Those Eyes
You said "I got something to say" Then you got that look in your eye "There is something you've got to know" You said it as you started to cry "I've been down the wrong road tonight And I swear I'll never go there again" Ive seen this face once before And I don't think I can do this again Theres something I cant see There's something different in the way you smile Behind those eyes you lie And theres nothing I can say Cause im never gonna change your mind Behind those eyes you hide As you turned to walk away I saw another look in your eye And even though it hurt like it did I couldn't let this be your goodbye. You say that you're sorry And you say now that it hurts you the same Is there something here to believe Or is it just another part of the game? Theres something I cant see Something living in the way you smile Behind those eyes you lie And theres nothing I can say Cause im never gonna change your mind Behind those eyes you hide Ohh yeah

Behind America's Moral Decay
by Dr. William Pierce Today I want to talk with you about a topic that I believe is extremely important. It's a topic that I have been thinking about for a long time but have hesitated to talk about because it's a big, complex topic, and I don't have much in the way of scientific data on it: I don't have a lot of hard statistics, just a number of general observations and a good bit of specific anecdotal material. Because this topic is so important, however, I have decided just to plunge into it. Perhaps our listeners will be able to contribute to this subject if we discuss it more than once. The subject is the general decline in moral fitness of White Americans. In fact, I believe this moral decline is an affliction not just of Americans, but of White people nearly everywhere. I don't want the word moral to be misunderstood here. I'm not talking at all about the same thing some Christians refer to when they lament the decline of morals in America. I'm not talking about sex, for e

Behind Liberalism
by Dr. William Pierce When anyone wants to eliminate a problem or overcome an obstacle, it's usually a big help to him to understand the nature of the problem or the obstacle. If he misunderstands the nature of the problem and bases his attempt to eliminate it on that misunderstanding, he's far more likely to fail than if he tackles the problem with a thorough understanding of its nature. That's self-evident, and probably my worst enemies would agree with me on that. And yet there are some very important problems that are frustrating us in our efforts to solve them simply because most of us have made no serious effort to understand their true nature. We have just assumed that the nature of the problems is self-evident when in fact it is not. The most important example of this is the assumption that the reason our civilization is self-destructing is so-called "liberal" social and political policies. There is a general belief that we have a preponderance of liberals in our governme

Behind Closed Eyes
Dream of awakening In the awakening of a dream Amidst a silent scream As I reach for reality Living in an existence That I did not exist in But within a clinched fist Was a life I had missed You could not see The need to just be- Longing to set free My aura of sanity Listen to my cries As my soul sighs And my emotion dies Behind closed eyes -Published [Copyright ©2007 Stormie]

Behind These Hazel Eyes- Kelly Clarkson
Seems like just yesterday, You were a part of me, I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong, Your arms around me tight, Everything it felt so right, Unbreakable like nothing could go wrong, Now I can't breathe, No I can't sleep, I'm barely hanging on, Here I am, Once again, I am torn into pieces, Can't deny it, Can't pretend, Just thought you were the one, Broken up deep inside, But you won't get to see the tears I cry, Behind these hazel eyes, I told you everything, Opened up and let you in, You made me feel alright, For once in my life, Now all that's left of me, Is what I pretend to be, So together but so broken up inside, 'Cause I can't breathe, No I can't sleep, I'm barely hanging on, Here I am, Once again, I am torn into pieces, Can't deny it, Can't pretend, Just thought you were the one, Broken up deep inside, But you won’t get to see the tears I cry, Behind these hazel eyes, Swallowed me then spit me out, For hating you, I bl

Behind The Scenes Oregon Shoot
pics of me and the cast behind the scenes of the oregon filming of "doctored meat" a cannibal ruemorgue movie where i play serial killing and future vitcim nurse isis: watching aqua teen on my laptop in the hotel room hope and myself with mount bacherlor in the background quinn, lilly, myself, and hope quinn, lilly, harry, and myself harry and i digging graves... tehee grave digging roller coaster style!

Behind The Wall
falling down climb the walls seen you around another night as I recall look for thrills and take a chance tonight your love in a pill kill yourself just to spite see what you always dream its never as easy as it seems close your eyes to it all prepare yourself for the fall leaving the world that you're in when sadness is your only friend close the door turn out the lights looking for more a hand to hold in the night ive seen your eyes a picture's worth a thousand words when something dies the magic leaves and never returns see what you always dream its never is as it seems close your eyes to it all back again behind the wall

Behind Every Smile
Behind every smile There's a sad little child Who's crying inside Trying to hide it for a while Behind every smile There's someone trying to break through To show their real selves To no longer be blue Behind every smile There's someone telling a lie Not allowing anyone to see All the tears that they've cried Behind every smile There's another sad face Whose suicidal thoughts Made them fall from grace Behind every smile There's somebody real Who tries to hide their pain And never show how they really feel Behind every smile There's some lost soul Just waiting to be found That's their primary goal Behind every smile There's a secret being kept That's killing them inside And the reason they just wept Behind every smile Is someone all alone Who can't stand the yelling And wishes to leave their home Behind every smile Is a sad little story That they keep bottled up And forever will they worry Behind every smile There's someone who lost

Behind The Sparkle In Your Eyes
I keep coming back to this place Wandering around blankly For a mere glimpse of your face I don't really know what draws me here I guess it's because I'm consoled that you're near I haven't found a chance to look into your eyes Buried deep within are all your secrets I just want to know if it's a disguise That maybe there's still love in your heart Hidden behind the sparkle in your eyes This feeling of uncertainity The hope I fight to keep alive It tries to consume me But somehow I can't let go This longing I have to hide I'm standing beside you Yet you can't see the tears i've cried

Behind The Door
Custom Comments and More @ † Dark Angel Designz † I know you are there,,behind my door. You breathe so silence. You are too tired to knock,or jell. I know you there. You hope that i open the door,or give you a key. Those gase if i dont open. I,m here! Behind the door. Near. So close to you. So warm and wanted. I sit here,breathe silence like you do. The key is in my lap. ready to wait. Only i hope that my arms not be tidet up. So i can give it to you.

Behind Your Smile:)
Your smile makes my Heart beat fast, It makes me stronger to face the difficulties in Life, Your smile brings you near to me and keeps me warm. But behind this unchanging face and sweet smile of you, Is a sorrow and a bitter memories of your Life, Amid a crowd of temptation and tears of unforgiven false... A life unprofaned by tears,crashed a poisoned vine to thine Lovable face; Murmur of bitterness behind all sweetness. Oh! my dear I will praised thee in Heaven, And sing you a sweet song and all your sorrow will be vanished, And behind your smile is an ending glow of light***

"behind Blue Eyes'
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes And no one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling lonely lies But my dreams, they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be i have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams, they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be i have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free Discover L.I.M.P. say it (x4) Discover No one knows what it´s like To be mistreated To be defeated Behind blue eyes and No one knows how to say That they're sorry And don't worry I'm not telling lies But my dreams, they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be i have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's ne

Behind My Eyes
Sometimes I would despise the darkness within me, Other times I'd embrace it and set it free, Ugly images from the bleakest part of my brain, That used to fill me ideas of suicide and pain, Only billowing stormy skies, Of pain and dying lived behind my eyes, Surrealistic fantasies consumed my dreams, Going to sleep unleashed their schemes, Inside the cobwebs of my drafty heart, Lived a hollowness that tore me apart, My mood grew more dismal with each passing day, With every second that ticked away, Torturous thoughts of ending my life, Carving into my flesh with a knife, Watching the crimson red drops of rain, Would every drop release some of my pain? Other visions would enter me, Like wrapping a car around a tree, I barely survived in that desolate plane, Thank the Gods that sometimes now I'm finally sane.

Behind Closed Doors
She lifts her head to the sun, Allowing its warm touch to caress her face. The night before had been torture. With every kiss and every touch he showed her that he owned her. She begged him to stop, And pleaded that the kids were in the next room. But he did not stop or even respond. Finally she gave in and lay motionless. He thrust in and out of her hard and deep. Tears ran down her face, But she never let him see them. The last seven years had all been the same. One or more times a week this was the scene in their bedroom. Everyone wonders why she looks at the ground. Her broken spirit and shattered heart wont let her look others in the eye. She gave him three children. One of which she is sure was conceived against her will. He told her it was her fault, And that if she would have given it to him more then he would not have had to take it. A broken spirit and shattered heart is what became of her. Her heart stopped with every touch of his hands. She felt nauseo

Behind
i fear that my daughter is behind on her speech development..all my friends well actually 1 friend and 1 husband say dont worry about it..she'll catch up on her own..but the thing that gets me si she cant say hi...she cant say bye...all she can say is "look" "mamma" and she calls stupid face "da" and thats it,the funny thing is..is she knows what everything is..i tell her to hold my hand or get me a book and she knows what to do...or what to get..or whatever..but i was really depressed about it last night i started to freak out then i went and got wendys..lol..then i didnt move off the couch almost all night..untill..clay..knowing i was depressed tried to get some..i always knew he was inconsiderate..but..well whatever..talk more later..

Behind Blue Eyes
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free Discover... L-I-M-P Say it... No one knows what it's like To be mistreated To be defeated behind blue eyes and no one knows how to say that theyre sorry and dont worry i'm not telling lies but my dreams they arent as empty as my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely my love is vengence that's never free No one knows what it's like To be the bad m

Behind The Wheel
Artist: Depeche Mode Album: 101 Title: Behind The Wheel My little girl Drive anywhere Do what you want I don't care Tonight I'm in the hands of fate I hand myself Over on a plate Now Oh little girl There are times when i feel I rather not be The one behind the wheel Come Pull my strings Watch me move I do anything Please Sweet little girl I prefer You behind the wheel And me the passenger Drive I'm yours to keep Do what you want I'm going cheap Tonight You're behind the wheel, tonight

Behind...
Behind the counter, another eighteen-year-old kid. Both ears-pierced. Both nostrils-pierced. Both eyebrows fucking pierced! And his tongue is hanging out, you know why his tongue is hanging... cuz he has a six-inch steel stud imbedded in the middle of it! That's just one more thing for your dad to grab a hold of when he's pissed off at you. Denis Leary

4000 Behind...could Really Use Some Help
Hey everyone Im in the Most Wanted Contest and could use some bombers...Every and all help is greatly appreciated and returned!!! thanks everyone!!! Please be sure to add the contest owner so you can comment and show her some love! THANKS! This is robisue the contest holder robisue@ fubar annnnnnnnnd this is meeeeeeeee :)

Behind In Contest Need Friend And Family
Yesterday I was ahead by 600 bombs or so. Now in behind by 600.Well as of (pm Eastern time I am ahead by 400 Bombs but I still need help. Please friends help a guy out. I want to thank everyone who has helped me before and i really need you all to help me out. Everyone has worked so hard for me. I hope to have you guys for friends a long time. Just click on the pic and it will take you there. And for the Ladies

Behind The Grave
Behind The Grave Stare into her soul, Watch as it rips at the seems, Who's pulling her stings, Laughing as she's screams, Staring in her frozen eyes, She see's me as I weep, God's only angel dies, Please can you forgive me A requim to save this life, There's nothing left, The best of me, Is buried in with you, Behind the dust, Behind the grave, Vows of eternity bind, Vows of hate defy, The writings on the gate There's only a piece of you, In each day I survive, Haunting me like a dream, I believe you still love me, You saw through the hate, Loved what lied beneath the remains, Even your love, Could not save you from my prison A requim to save this life, There's nothing left, The best of me, Is buried in with you, Behind the dust, Behind the grave, Vows of eternity bind, Vows of hate defy, The writings on the gate Paint the walls white everyday, Memories keep me from sanity, Horror locks me deep inside, Withered like

Behind The Walls Of Pain
I hide behind these walls of pain wear a mask to cover the tears. stair out into the empty sky trying to understand why you arent here. The bond we never had mother and son, but now it will never happen. something happened and you walked away. so I hide behind these walls of pain and wear this mask so noone sees the tears.

Behind
Behind my eyes I softly cry holding this pain so close inside behind my smile I slowly frown as my tears come rushing down a feeling inside I tried to hide suppressed by my deepest fears and I still feel the pain after all of these years Think of what you put me through the tears I cried and feelings that would not subside I trusted you to no end but you betrayed me even as a friend though I still love you and probably always will I blame you for my heart ache and the reason my tears fell I forgive you for the bruises on my heart and my whole world just falling apart but I love you for showing me the meaning in each day and the truth behind the pain you were truly a blessing and the reason my heart sang

Behind Door #...........................
Door #1) A Correctional Officer for the State of California. Door #2) A Chef for an upscale joint Door #3) A finance manager Door #4) A Gunsmith Based on their occupations, they don't sound like losers do they? As a matter of fact, they all sound mighty damn fine on paper...... Behind door #1 stands an alcoholic with a very very small penis, no sense of foreplay and a dead beat dad to his 2 children (not by me). He was a whiner and he preferred video games to a nice dinner with me. How in the fuck can you be a Dead Beat dad working for the state of California? Beats me, but he was. Behind door #2 stands a fat, middle aged man who....like #1 was an alcoholic, however he loved foreplay and had a relatively nice sized penis. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one that he liked foreplay with. 9 days before my 25th birthday, I busted him about ready to take a nasty broad (about 325 lbs. with a rotten grill and her ride was a Hyundai and she had 5 kids and worked at the Dolla

Behind The Looking Glass
My mind is turned inside out. Can't form a coherent thought. These pains in my chest. My breath I can't seem to catch. This vice around my heart. Emotions trapped inside a cage made of ice. I am lost inside myself. Hiding from what I can't escape.Stumbling around in this drug induced daze. All the time wondering. Can I pick up the broken pieces of my life? To make it right? Yet uncertainty's and insecurity's. Make me doubt if I can ever make it good again. A path paved in shattered dreams. Lined with crystallized teardrops. Traveled by only me. Am I strong enough to let someone walk beside me? Or will I continue to walk alone. Questions swirling around all the time. Enveloping my mind. Desperately trying to clasp the answers. Fluttering just beyond my grasp. Where do I belong? Is there a place, that I can call home? Or am I forever destined to roam? Because this fear of having my heart laid bare. From the anguish of unkept promises. The sins committed by l

Behind
A man, while playing on the front nine of a complicated golf course, became confused as to where he was on the course. Looking around, he saw a lady playing ahead of him. He walked up to her, explained his confusion and asked her if she knew what hole he was playing. She replied, "I'm on the 7th hole, and you are a hole behind me, so you must be on the 6th hole." He thanked her and went back to his golf. On the back nine the same thing happened; and he approached her again with the same request. She said, "I'm on the 14th hole, you are a hole behind me, so you must be on the 13th hole." Once again he thanked her and returned to his play. He finished his round and went to the clubhouse where he saw the same lady sitting at the end of the bar. He asked the bartender if he knew the lady. The bartender said that she w as a sales lady and played the course often. He approached her and said, "Let me buy you a drink in appreciation for your help. I understand that you a

Behind Closed Doorby Hercules Unleashed
Behind Closed Doors by Hercules_unleashed © One just doesn't know what goes on behind closed doors! Hi! Everyone, my name is Traci; I live in the stockbroker belt of South London. Not your normal suburban housewife, I am divorced and have a well-behaved Doberman bitch for company who deters unwelcome callers. The story that I am about to relate happened to me last week, but I did engineer it. On the Thursday evening of that week I needed to attend a meeting, it quickly became very boring, allowing my attention to wander somewhat, looking for something to distract me from the monotonous voice of the speaker. A few seats further along from me I noticed a pair of very sexy stockinged legs. Now you must understand that I am bi-sexual, I swing both ways as they say and I was looking at a pair of the most gorgeous silk covered gams. Being crossed they were showing an indecent amount of thigh, definitely arousing me, I soon felt myself getting wet and the more I thought about it, th

Behind Closed Doors By Sweetness001
Behind Closed Doors by Sweetness001© Woke up to a hazy morning. My head wasn't quite that clear but there was a knock at the door. I went to answer and their my past stood in front of me....tall, dark, and handsome. Good thing too for I was in my baby doll nightie. I stroked my hair back of my shoulders and just looked at him. See I hadn't seen or heard from him in a long time...what a way to wake up. With a slight smile, "Aren't you going to invite me in?" I looked up at this tall piece of specimen of a man, "Why should I?" "'Cause you know you will." I stepped back and did just that...let him in. He walked past me as he kissed me softly on the cheek. "Thank you babygirl." He was quite familiar with the place for he use to live here long ago. I went and open up the drapes and French doors to let the morning air and light in. As I stood their I wondered what he wanted and why he was here....but I did love he was there all the same. As I was standing there the breez

Behind Closed Doors By Foreverhis
Behind Closed Doors by foreverhis© Time stood still for her as He led her to the room that would be theirs for the next few days. She could scarcely believe that this was real. She hadn't allowed herself to totally believe that this was happening until she felt His hand in her hair, the other wrapped firmly around her. Now, as she felt his strong hand holding hers, she couldn't stop the butterflies in her stomach from doing a rather fast mariache number. The truth was, that no matter how many times they'd discussed this, she'd never totally believed, so now that the moment was at hand, she didn't know what to expect once they were behind closed doors together. As they came to stand in front of the door, she stood quietly, her head bowed as her mind and heart raced. Looking down at her bowed head, He smiled affectionately. He knew her so well and so He knew what was going on inside that sweet little head of hers. Patience would be the key with His girl and she'd already tes

Behind These Hazel Eyes
Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong Your arms around me tight, everything it felt so right Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong Now I can't breathe, no I can't sleep I’m barely hanging on [Chorus:] Here I am, once again I’m torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes I told you everything, opened up and let you in You made me feel alright, for once in my life Now all that’s left of me is what I pretend to be So together, but so broken up inside Cause I can’t breathe, no I can’t sleep I’m barely hanging on [Chorus:] Here I am, once again I’m torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes Swallow me, then spit me out For hating

Behind These Walls
Behind these walls there is a deep pain that doesnt seem to ever go away. Behind these walls i struggle to come out. Behind these wall my heart is breaking. Behind these walls i hide from what is on the outside. Behind these walls i see no end in sight. Behind these walls i find myself falling apart. Behind these walls the tears are falling. Behind these walls i find myself fighting to stay alive. Behind these walls i am trying to break free Behind these walls i find myself searching for the answers to all the questions i keep asking myself over and over again. Behind these walls i want to get out. Please help me my friends help me to see that life isnt all that bad. Good times will come again. and let me know that you will always be there for me. I can't see beyond these walls, and it is killing me inside. Behind these walls i am waiting for them to come down. Please be there my friends when this wall comes down. Behind these walls.

Behind The Scene ................................................................
Hey everyone, I want to introduce to you the people that keep us going and flowing in WÌLÐÇÄŦ LÖÚÑGÈ. Go show them some love,and Stop by the lounge and say Hi , We play a variety of music for everyones taste,we also play requests. We have our own Radio Station,, Only WÌLÐÇÄŦ RÄÐÌÖ, Plays all your requests and keeps you rocking out.. Thanks again for checking us out and feel free to stop by agaiN. MY WONDERFUL AND GREAT CO-OWNER *BÌG* . *BÌG* ÇÖ ÖWÑÈR ÖҒ WÌLÐÇÄŦ LÖÚÑGÈ@ fubar THE ONE AND ONLY MANAGER DJ TAZMAN. ~ DJ TAZMAN ~ ĦÄñÄGÈR õҒ WÌLÐÇÄŦ LõÚñGÈ~@ fubar THE HOTTEST AND SEXIEST HEAD SECURITY/BARTENDER LISSA. ~*Lissa*~*Head Security/Bartender @ WÌLÐÇÄŦ LõÚñGÈ*~*@ fubar AND THE MOST ADDICTIVE AND SEXY DJ Μø®ρhïηε DJ Μø®ρhïηε @ WÌLÐÇÄT RÄÐÌÖ *Guarded By* evil666@ fubar THE ABOVE GREAT CREW WERE PRESENTED TO YOU BY: ۞WÌLÐÇÄŦ۞ Thank you ۞WÌLÐÇÄŦ۞® ÖW

Behind The Scenes
Hey everyone, I want to introduce to you the people that keep us going and flowing in WÌLÐÇÄŦ LÖÚÑGÈ. Go show them some love,and Stop by the lounge and say Hi , We play a variety of music for everyones taste,we also play requests. We have our own Radio Station,, Only WÌLÐÇÄŦ RÄÐÌÖ, Plays all your requests and keeps you rocking out.. Thanks again for checking us out and feel free to stop by agaiN. MY WONDERFUL AND GREAT CO-OWNER *BÌG* . *BÌG* ÇÖ ÖWÑÈR ÖҒ WÌLÐÇÄŦ LÖÚÑGÈ@ fubar THE ONE AND ONLY MANAGER DJ TAZMAN. ~ DJ TAZMAN ~ ĦÄñÄGÈR õҒ WÌLÐÇÄŦ LõÚñGÈ~@ fubar THE HOTTEST AND SEXIEST HEAD SECURITY/BARTENDER LISSA. ~*LissaHotTruckerGirl*~RLGF to Hot_Trucker16 & *Head Security/Bartender @ WÌLÐÇÄŦ LõÚñGÈ*@ fubar AND THE MOST ADDICTIVE AND SEXY DJ Μø®ρhïηε DJ Μø®ρhïηε @ WÌLÐÇÄT RÄÐÌÖ *Guarded By* evil666@ fubar THE ABOVE GREAT CREW WERE PRESENTED TO YOU BY: ۞WÌLÐÇÄŦ۞ Thank yo

Behind The Mask
i wish you could see inside my soul what lies within and makes me whole i wish you could visit any one of my dreams the ones that makes passions and not the screams i wish you could hold me long enough to tell how my life without you has been awkward as hell i wish for one moment in time you could stare straight into my eyes and see where lost love has left me empty and afraid i wish you would take time to remember what i brought to your table that made you laugh smile cry pout or just want me i wish you could see what i see in you and know that your not "just a man" as you say but your a man that is strong enough that you demand respect loving enough that women flock to you caring enough that people desire your freindship talented enough that people are amazed by your creativity my hopes for you are that one day you see yourself as i do i hope that you draw strength from me as i do you i hope you find the love for someone as i have found in you i hope you ne

Behind The Wall
Behind the Wall by LadyDevon © She stands naked and shivering, behind a white wall that was erected behind a local strip mall. It is such a private place for being so very public. The strip mall, located just 50 feet away, was constructed not long ago and the area is still somewhat undeveloped with sparse forest immediately surrounding the property. Tall pines brush the sky and have provided a soft carpet of pine needles on the forest floor beneath her bare feet. The warm rays of the sun peak through the branches and provide much needed warmth on her naked flesh. Not 100 feet away, just through the trees on the other side of a small lake, heavy equipment rumbles by, driven by construction workers carrying out their daily routines, completely unaware of the woman standing underneath the trees not far from them. His instructions run through her mind over and over again and she tries to remember every command. "Walk behind the wall, strip, do not think, obey. Place your clothes

Behind Bars
Behind Bars by S. Sarge © Barbara Harris looked over her shoulder as the steel barred door clanked shut behind her. For the next three years this would be her home, the Sexton Correctional Facility For Women. How could have she been so stupid?!? Holding those drugs for Harry had been just about the dumbest thing she had ever done, so when the police broke into her apartment, they found two ounces of cocaine and an ounce of heroin. Harry of course was nowhere to be found, leaving her high and dry. Luckily this was only her first offense, or it could have been sentenced ten years!!! A guard led her to the admitting area where she was issued prison wear and all her personal belongings were confiscated. The same guard then took her to the administration office where she was to have a meeting with Warden Dunn. After waiting fifteen minutes or so, she was ushered in to meet the warden, and right from the start Barbara had a bad feeling about Warden Dunn, a fairly tall but over weight wom

Behind Red Doors
Behind Red Doors by kittencaboodle © The steam from your shower has just begun to fog up the mirror when I arrive home, back aching from a long day bent over a massage table. My eyes narrow and the corner of my mouth twists upward in a devilish smirk. "You little bastard, think you'll beat me to the shower do you," I mumble to myself as I kick the door closed, drop the trappings of my pedestrian lifestyle in the hall, and walk assertively towards the bathroom door- which you have left brazenly ajar- shedding items of clothing as I go. I pause at the door, considering what a scene it must be: me naked at the door of my own bathroom, with a trail of clothes behind me. My heart speeds up, as it always does when I think of touching you. Lust unswayed by time and familiarity. I slip in silently. You're singing to yourself, "Hey Julie" by Fountains of Wayne. Your eyes are closed to avoid the sting of the shampoo, and you haven't noticed me yet. I seize on the opportunity. Easing my

Behind The Movie Screen
Behind The Movie Screen by miss_eve © I flicked my torch over the small audience one last time and sighed. It was the first night of the biggest blockbuster movie of the summer and the theatre wasn't even half-full. We couldn't compete with the new multiplex in the town. I didn't really need to work here but I loved it. We had a small following of regular customers who loved the movie theatre's intimate atmosphere and swore their allegiance to us but I wasn't sure it was enough anymore. Once I was happy that the audience was settled and no more would enter the double doors at the rear I slipped through the door hidden behind the red velvet curtains to the right of the movie screen. The staff room was windowless and in the heat of the summer, sweltering hot. I took off the jacket of my usherette uniform and opened a couple of buttons on my blouse, settling down into a chair that had been placed in the room, alongside a small table. The door opened and Max, the owner of the the

Behind The Wall
Behind the Wall by clairejones © * * * Creak, creak, creak. Blaire pressed her eyes closed and turned over in bed, sighing as she rolled towards the clock atop the nightstand. Wearily, she slowly opened her eyes to find it was nearly four in the morning. Blaire let out a groan and flopped back into the pillows. Not again, her mind whined as the sound of a high-pitched female voice carried through the wall from the opposite side, obviously in a moment of pleasure. Every night, the sound of her neighbor's lovemaking sessions would wake her from already unpleasant dreams like some sort of demented cuckoo clock; or at least that's how the frequency seemed to Blaire's sleep-deprived brain. To be fair, most things had become an annoyance, even the rather mundane. In the past, Blaire would have brushed off the nightly intrusions easily, but no longer. How could it be any other way? Blaire's job was driving her crazy, her love life was nonexistent, the future she had env

Behind These Hazel Eyes
Seems like just yesterday You were a part of me I used to stand so tall I used to be so strong Your arms around me tight Everything, it felt so right Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong Now I can't breathe No, I can't sleep I'm barely hanging on Here I am, once again I'm torn into pieces Can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes I told you everything Opened up and let you in You made me feel alright For once in my life Now all that's left of me Is what I pretend to be So together, but so broken up inside 'Cause I can't breathe No, I can't sleep I'm barely hangin' on Here I am, once again I'm torn into pieces Can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes Swallow me then spit me out For hating you, I blame myself Seeing you it kills me n

Behind These Hands
Behind these hands You can see my face A face thats sad Yet full of grace Behind these hands You can see my soul My withered hearts beatin As it takes its toll Behind these hands You can see my frown You cannot see my eyes For they are looking down Behind these hands You can hear me cry Behind these hands Im praying that I would die

Behind My Eyes..
I scream and yell till the voices within drive me crazy. They keep telling me to keep yelling, someone will hear me and help... but I can't believe that. Because my reality is so distorted I don't know who to believe or who to trust. Then they start to scream at me, "You know we are right. They won't help, they won't be there... but yet they just said different." The people on the outside pay no mind to the conflict which happens on the inside. Not once do I see a caring face or hear a caring question. Is it me that causes this effect? Is my mind and reality so disorted that I think this way? Is this truth or fiction that my mind has created? Or am I the reason for this effect, the reason no one sees the truth behind my eye's......

Behind The Mask
I am darkness I am night I am vengeance I bring light I'm a winter breeze in summertime The world is broken, I'm just fine Looking day and living night But I'm alright Cloak and dagger Cape and mask Smoke and mirrors Guilty past I am the man behind the mask

Behind These Eyes
Behind these eyes lies a pain that few ever know The pain of betrayal by those who claimed to care When I say what's on my mind Friends turn their backs and walk away People say I look cool and commanding But deep down I only want some help From people who won't give me the time of day Charity means nothing to me I have yet to see them actually do something For those who need it Sure, they pour money into a national disaster But when a man who has never known true freedom Needs a helping hand and something to free him From invisible shackles of hate and oppression No one lifts a finger because he isn't the social type So I work like a slave, pouring everything into a meaningless struggle While people who call themselves friends give me their condolences And then go buy a new TV to watch the big game My faith in humanity is dead Behind these eyes is a secret hatred for the able They have the means, but they don't feel they need To do something to make one man's drea

Behind These Eyes
So sick of this life, sick of trying to hide survive under disguise, but im tired of this lie pain to hard to describe wanna be happy but cant find the time cant find a reason why so scared and confused cuz im feelin so used hiding from the truth leading my life in the wrong fuckin way gettin in trouble every other fuckin day my own thoughts leading me astray on the right path im tryin to stay for my mistakes i dearly pay something good comes but shes so far away all you see is the design of the mask missing the signs all to fast i cant be me when my whole worlds crashed cant repair this shit, the damage is too vast im all fucked up the votes been cast its all sitting pretty,dead in the past i cant take this shit, its fucked me up bad my life is fucked up, its really kinda sad i cant help but think i really need my dad i was always in a safe zone under his wing im fucked up my life when i went to do my own thing i know my fucked up life comes as a sting i cant

Behind Blue Eyes
Behind blue eyes, my emotions lay, the pain I have been through, the love I have lost. Behind blue eyes, is my love for you, so deep and true. Behind blue eyes, that sparkle with love, and cry tears of pain

Behind
Behind Behind my eyes I softly cry holding this pain so close inside behind my smile I slowly frown as my tears come rushing down a feeling inside I tried to hide suppressed by my deepest fears and I still feel the pain after all of these years Think of what you put me through the tears I cried and feelings that would not subside I trusted you to no end but you betrayed me even as a friend though I still love you and probably always will I blame you for my heart ache and the reason my tears fell I forgive you for the bruises on my heart and my whole world just falling apart but I love you for showing me the meaning in each day and the truth behind the pain you were truly a blessing and the reason my heart sang

Behind My Eyes
i cry at nite wishing i knew the truth the fear when does it end hell does it ever end i worry i hide i wanna know wats going on inside there's been some misunderstanding its out of my control to be honest do i really wanna know i mean would really knowing stop the fear that creeps n like a cold draft freezing my insides... when the moonlite shine down on my face i know its coming i wish i could run run out into the world screaming STOP!!! but would it even help??? how do u ever stop the fear that makes u feel like ur dying inside

Behind The Hollywood Characters/eoisode 7
Well we are back with behind the scenes of our favorite hollywood characters of the "AUAD" (Against Under Age Drinking) "ADA" (Against Drug Abusing) and the "ASCD" (Against Senior Citizen Drivers). we have an exclusive report on our beloved Kristin Sortier. just last week our favorite character Kristin was caught by the police for underage drinking. this time it was for real, not an act but in real life caught in the act. red handed and tipsy at the most. boy were her hands red right after they slapped them cuffs and tossed her in the back of the police car. Our hollywood character obviously doesnt set the example of her important roll in real life. we have a picture of the mug shot that says fellony charge written all over The corperation that she was contracted to was broken, right after the inccident. The head executive of the corperation ( Cloie ) said she spoke to Danold Trump and he said i quote " This is an out rage, we cant have these out of control

Behind The Veil
MAN We have little say in who we love, The heart and fates dictate, Circumstances dissipate our chances, It’s up to cruel destiny to mandate. WOMAN Take my hand… ease my mind. I try to make penance… can’t confess to the priest. It’s been so hard… I chastise myself. How do I live without you? MAN We’re both young… can’t predict to what this will lead, Never asking for more than what you can give. Settling for looks and stolen caresses, Wondering how much longer before we give in. WOMAN I hear your voice deep within me, It calls out to me… beckoning. My entire life I’ve waited for you, Please don’t ask me to not see it through. MAN Smiling brightly… masking the ache, Caught between heaven and hell, Familiar strangers amidst the crowd, Hoping they can’t see through our charade. WOMAN Every breath, every step shadowed by you, I can’t give you up… tomorrow is so far away. Do you feel the same pain? My heart bleeds… Tell me when will i

Behind The Mask
Behind the mask Where feelings are hidden The mask is the side That I turn to you If I am a clown It hide my fear even as a jester Nobody will see my tears But inside my heart Behind the mask There is a boy with tender Emotional feelings That only a few will ever see A heart hurt on so many places Grieve that's only for me If I cry it will be for nobody to see Cold is the world that surround me Fighting day by day Things nobody will really know from me Hidden behind he mask Cudddle up with sweet memories Hope the pain will slowly fad away Now you know that behind the mask of a jester A emotional guy will be hidden

Behind Blue Eyes
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes And no one knows What it's like to be hated To be fated to telling only lies [Chorus:] But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what its like To feel these feelings Like i do, and i blame you! No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through [Chorus] Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4] No one knows what its like To be mistreated, to be defeated Behind blue eyes No one knows how to say That they're sorry and don't worry I'm not telling lies [Chorus] No one knows what its like To be the bad man, to be the sad man Behind blue eyes.

Behind These Eyes
BEHIND THESE EYES IS ONLY SORROW THE PAIN OF SOMETHING UNKNOWN NEVER REALLY KNOWING JOY NEVER REALLY KNOWING LAUGHTER NEVER REALLY KNOWING A GENTLE TOUCH NEVER REALLY KNOWING REAL LOVE FINALLY IT CAME,THE JOY,THE LAUGHTER,THE LOVE BUT MY EYES COULDN'T SEE THRU THE PAIN SO MY EYES WATCHED U WALK AWAY NOW MY EYES ARE BLIND BEHIND THESE EYES IS ONLY A VAST EMPTINESS BECAUSE THEY CAN NO LONGER SEE YOU!!!!!!!!!!! MBM

Behind The Clouds
On a cold winters night The rain pouring down The pale moonlight Off in a distance, Behind the clouds... ~ She cries all alone Gazing into the night While thoughts of him Races across her mind... ~ She shakes her head As the tears streamed down her face And asked herself, How did I make such, a big mistake... To let him go Dissapear from her life She called his name And then she began to cry... ~ He stands all alone And watches the world go by And see's lightening, Strike in anger at the sky... ~ He thinks about All his dreams he had And can't find one That he wouldn't rather have ~ Than to hold her close And take back that goodbye He asked hisself, Why didn't I, put up a fight... Then to let her go Dissapear from his life He called her name And then he began to cry.. ~ On a cold winters night The rain pouring down The pale moonlight Off in a distance, Behind the clouds... ~ Lisa '07

Behind The Door
a child's cry a parents curse i run and hide there will be worse quiet steps a mothers plea take the baby for me 8 crayons rolling around on the floor my parents still fighting other side of the door draw me a bunny shell with big floppy ears ok misty i say as i wipe my tears more she cries with the bunny colored red on the other side of the door is quiet i wait with dread an angry shout the sound of a slap come here misty its time for your nap she falls asleep her hand in mine me and the other side of the door keeping time another slap a cry filled with pain i wonder if the police will be here again i sit and think and listen to the war that is in full battle on the other side of the door hours pass it seems like years i smile at misty see no fears the door opens dad is standing tall i silently follow him down the hall one quick glance i turn to see the other side of the door and lost safety

Behind Your Eyes
I wish I could feel what's in your heart…… Would feeling what's there tear me apart? I wish I could be a piece of your soul…… If I felt it now, would I stay or go? I wish I could think what's on your mind…… Do you think I would shy from what's thought inside? I wish I could live a day of your life…… To know your struggles, could I carry your strife? I wish I could see me behind your eyes…… To know what's the truth or what's disguise.

Behind Closed Eyes
Behind Closed Eyes by LateNiteFantasy© When I close my eyes a beautiful world appears ...a world of wonderment and not too many tears. The dreams and laughter of a lifetime are encompassed there; The effervescent hopes and tenderness of years. Yet when my eyes are opened, I see reality. I see the way things are and the way they have to be. And so I resolutely straighten my shoulders and hold my head high-- To go on and march down the road and do what I can to make it alrigh'. But in the quiet times, behind closed eyes, I visit that sacred place. I lie there and I sigh...with a soft smile upon my face.

Behind The Mask......a Sub's Tale......gasp*
There are so many ways to begin a story. I could begin at the beginning, reciting from memory the first meeting that started it all. That's the most logical but so boring. I could drop you into the middle of a scene between two players without any explanation, and if I had the skill enough, keep your attention while you try to figure out what is really going on. Very Shakespearean, but rather risky. Or I could just take the simplest route, and make an introduction- tell you more about me. I've chosen to take this path. No need for dramatics- I'll save those for other stories. So, hi. I'm a submissive who's just been introduced to gasmasks, and who is madly in lust with her Dominant. But this article isn't just about gasmasks, or the fact that my Dom can make me wet with one raise of an eyebrow. It's also about the imperative of trust. As a submissive, you're allowing another person full control over your mind and body. You become their puppet both physically and emotionally. Want me

Behind The Smiles
the staples in my eyes the nails in my wings keep me from flying too high im choking on my words pathetic imitations surrounding you and i take my mask and disguise i wont try to hide behind all the smiles my plate is full of knives biting on the the blades and choking on the lies my wings are made of wax if the sunburns them away will i fall out of the sky? ©

Behind The Flame- Update 55
CUM fuck me from behind. I like getting a hard cock pushed deep into my wet pussy from behind. I will let you pump my round ass after I suck on your nice hard cock. Lots of ass shots. This set is for Ty. If you want a set dedicated to you email me your idea. There are over 3800 pictures and 26 video clips in the member's SEXtion. Don't forget to check out my videos. I have 18 of them with more to cum. I will be adding a store page very soon. I would like to know what you would like for me to have for sale. Email me your ideas so I can start to work on them. XOXO Love XOXO Exotic Flame -- Hugs and Kisses Exotic Flame http://www.southern-charms4.com/exoticflame/main.htm

Behind Already!!!
Originally posted on MyYearbook Blog January 3, 2008...and i think it was the last one i wrote...lmao!!! Well...I am sitting here at my computer on the third of January 2008 and have already missed a day on my Blog, have an overflowing inbox with half of the mail from 2007, have no idea where my battles are at...and that is just here at Yearbook!!! My house is a disaster and I have five kids all over the age of ten...My house should sparkle without me having to raise a finger...But apparently my kids feel that housework is beneath them...Wish riding in a car was because I spend most of my day playing taxi cab, as any good mother does...AS IF... I hope that all of my friends here don't think I am being purposely evasive...I am just overwhelmed at the moment...on top of the fact that I was here this afternoon and couldn't even get through because it said the server was overloaded... So I meandered over to mySpace and worked on my page there although I have never really liked it... I n

Behind The Eyes
Behind the Eyes By: Me Behind the eyes of man there is so much to be explained for the unexplained. Eyes is a tool that man uses, To look, to see close and far, and even to help store memory. Man cannot live with out eyes, They are precious to us! And for those who are blind--- they form another pair of eyes. Eyes play a big part of our lives, Not to just see the beauty or the dark side of things, But to memorize things and to show a path in our lives. We, in humans, try to hide the truth, When really our eyes see the actual answer we avoid. They say, “seeing is believing and believing is seeing”, But I say it depends what your eyes are willing to let you see. Life tends to go by very fast and everything seems to be such a blur, And instead of going along with life---go with your eyes instead. Everything reveals to the eyes, stand still in a crowd and just look attentively. The eyes show you things you would never see or never have se

Behind The Mirror
I look in the mirror and what do I see? I see someone who just ain't me. I see a broken heart and a worn down soul. I see a girl that has been stooping pretty low. I see a girl that has let something bad consume her whole life. I begin to think this shit just ain't right. I've been hiding my hurt behind my terrible actions Only hurting others and pretending to have satisfaction Moving on is the hardest part. But I feel that I'm ready deep in my heart. I really hate the person I see And I know its truly not me So I bust the mirror and begin to pick up the pieces....

Behind Those Eyes That Lie
behind those eyes u've learned to lie you've learned to hide those lies that u've hid behind the ones you never wanted the world to know the ones you would never show u never wanted the world to see the pain the suffering that your eyes do bring u've fooled them all they think your kind how did you teach those eyes to lie you taught them to show kindness and love but were all lies desperty trying to look beep in side but yet cant find all those lies that ur eyes do hide finding myself bleed wanting to now what was hidden was anything they told me real i wish i could teach my eyes to lie the pain the damage the bleeding is seen by all my masks wear thin and my eyes dont know how to lie

Behind Blue Eyes
Written by Pete Townshend No one knows what it's like to be the bad man To be the sad man behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated, to be fated to telling only lies But my dreams, they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance that's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings like I do and I blame you! No one bites back as hard on their anger None of my pain and woe can show through But my dreams, they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours only lonely My love is vengeance, that's never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool And If I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat And If I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like to be the bad man To be the sad man behind blue ey

Behind Her Voice...beyond Her Eyes....
Ripping the bars from the window- Closing eyes and dives Landing in the dark- Only sound, the beat of her heart.. Light bleeds thru She screams it cant be true.. Ripping the bars away again.. The child inside raging within.. She crawls out to the ledge Nothing in the dark.. just the beat of her heart.. Tears fall endlessly –as she falls once more.. Crashing again.. as light bleeds thru- She whispers I will escape you.. Tears turn to blood –as she gives the bars another tug Exhausted she slips down the wall Almost in dreamscapes grasp She whispers … This wont be the last……

Behind The Shadows
Icy winds frost the lining of my lungs sending chills throughout my spine. My hands tremble, and fingers ache with arthritic pain; numb everywhere I'm not in malaise. Shapes maneuver in translucence defined in eerie hues. Watching... or stalking more like, as I brave the world under the guise of night. A graveyard of decay gives birth to winter. It's flesh, under foot and in crowded gutters; while what's living coughs up its crystals and slaves over its refuse. What an undeniably unbalanced exchange! Scars mark my body like dotted lines on a treasure map. They cross my heart as I hope to find that elusive jewel never before seen in light. If love were a rope, it'd be 100 years old and tied around my throat asphyxiating what little air I can extract from the cold. I am alone, and all hope lies in two disfigured claws half frozen into fists. So I go home and bathe in bloodied soil Fading all that makes me flesh and pale (Longing to wake... when day...

Behind My Hazel Eye's
BEHIND MY HAZEL EYE'S Behind my hazel eye's lye's a lonely girl that feels so ugly she hides behind makeup and a fake smile just to get threw each day and try's not to break down every time she's alone . Behind my hazel eye's lye's a girl with a broken heart that try's to pull all the pieces back together but can't because the pain is to much to bare she cry's herself to sleep every night tell she can't take the pain anymore . Behind my hazel eye's lye's a girl who's afraid to let go of her hidden feelings for someone that her heart desires and loves ... she would love to just have on one whole day to just bare her soul and finally feel free from those hidden feelings that she hides so well it makes her soul want to scream . Behind my hazel eye's lye's a girl who would just like to let go of everything she's going threw and start over and be a newer person that no one has ever seen someone that has put her foot down to everything and just let go of the pain

Behind These Eyes
Behind these eyes lies a heart of glass that most will never see. your gentle ways and kindness says, so very much to me. as life goes by the time will pass and only a few shall see that Behind These Eyes a heart of glass cries and its buried deep in me. never before has it shown so much its one desire is for one soft touch and longing for what never comes this heart of glass forever dies as it hides Behind these eyes. buried deep and fading out one thing i know without a doubt is behind these eyes is what i'm about and Heart is what i've got. Behind these eyes a heart of glass crys and even though in fading dies behind these eyes this heart of glass tries... and NEVER gives up

Behind The Act Is Always The Perception.
Behind the act is always the perception. Often we are led astray by light. No chaos is more damaging than order Neatly taped across a mystery. In love and awe we worship only darkness, Embracing what we know we cannot know. Silence is a sea, while what we know Etches the green hills of our perception. Truth, unspeakable, resides in darkness, However much we need the gift of light. God is just a word. Each mystery Awakens to the first pale gray of order. Bright glory bathes the sculpted hills in order, Rolling towards the edge of what we know. Inside its veil of blue, the mystery Eludes the clarity of our perception. Longing is a quality of light As in each word we sense an inner darkness. No word but is a stairway down to darkness, Down to chaos seething within order. Live, then, within the pale of what you know, In touch with terrors gilded by the light. So may you part the curtain of perception, Alive to all the grace of mystery. Miracles diminish myste

Behind These Eyes
There is so much pain hehind these eyes this life covers the truth with lies. I fake a smile everyday, slowly letting life fade away. From everyone i hide, The fact that i', dieing inside. There is no life inside of me, The mask I wear is all you see. Please dont think that you can save me, I've lost it all so just let me be. My life is all ready ending, And i'm so tired of all the pretending. So when all life slips from my face, I can only hope to go to a better place. Where pain no longer resides, And i wont be forced to hide. But please dont shed atear for me, Cause this is where i want to be. Theresa Kimberley Wideawake Copyright ©2009 Theresa Kimberley Wideawake

Behind Irish Eyes...
I've seen her face in my mind for so long now Together and seperate, What we've been through Fight for me, I'd kill for you Amongst all I know you reign To call you "friend" is an honor I'd give all I had to see you happy Sell my Staind Soul to see Irish smiles When Irish Eyes are smiling, the world stops I've often wondered what lies behind those eyes Your heart has touched me We've laughed and cried Smiled and died You've listened to my hopes and fears Held me close and wiped my tears I've heard you scream Shared your dreams What we have built, no man can kill When Irish Eyes smile...The world changes

Behind The Fumbling
I feel those walls your fumbling behind I feel your body and mine entwined Our love touches deep inside our souls Our bodies weakened and consoled Each with our own pain our own true lies Inside our words we find our own time.

Behind The Scenes In Making A Porn
A Behind the Scenes Look at the Making of a Porn Movie January 31, 2007 by Antoinette McGowan Antoinette McGowan Published Content: 304 Total Views: 557,821 Favorited By: 63 CPs Full Profile | Subscribe | Add to Favorites Recommend (89)Single page Font SizeRead comments (21) Most guys and girls like to watch porn movies. During watching these some questions have raised as to how did they do that? Other questions sometimes have been on the safety of these kinds of movies due to the exchange of bodily fluids. So here is a look at the behind the scenes making of a porn movie to show you how some producers really do it. Watching a porn movie you will see the actors and actresses going for an hour or more at a time. But thanks to editing equipment you do not see that the actors and actresses will take breaks through out the makings of the movie. They may only be filming for about anywhere from 10-20 minutes at a time. Safety is a major concern when making these types of movies.

Behind Closed Doors (story)
Why am I here, why did I let her bring me here? Was my only thought with my eyes cast down trying not to see the pictures of the girls with the mouth open in ecstasy. I could catch glimpses of leather out of the corner of my eye. "come on Tina relax, check out this stuff" My darling friend Maxine, she looked like she stepped out of a fashion magazine, pretty blond hair, green eyes, slender, you know, perfect. She was always telling me I had to show off skin, lighten up, loosen up. As usual I felt like a boy standing next to her, with my red hair cut shoulder length, simple brown eyes, gray t shirt to cover my large breasts, I was what they call thick, the total opposite of Max in everyway. "Tina come on and look" my cheeks turned crimson as my eyes slowly moved up to see her small hands holding this purple dick. "Isn't it cool Tina, it vibrates at everything, you really have to feel this" she said as she ran her hand up and down it. She held it out to me and I ran a finger ov

Behind Blue Eyes (limp Bizkit Version)
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes And no one knows What it's like to be hated To be fated to telling only lies [Chorus:] But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what its like To feel these feelings Like i do, and i blame you! No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through [Chorus] Discover l.i.m.p. can you [x4] No one knows what its like To be mistreated, to be defeated Behind blue eyes No one knows how to say That they're sorry and don't worry I'm not telling lies [Chorus] No one knows what its like To be the bad man, to be the sad man Behind blue eyes.

Behind Every Doctor, There Is A Nurse!
I just bolded all that applied :) Ten reasons why you should date a nurse: 1) They can help you get over a hangover or sickness 2) Bedbaths! 3) The uniform 4) They are exposed to so many xrays, its like a form of birth control 5) You willl never need to buy condoms, paracetamol, toothbrushes or any hospital supplies 6) They know how to handle bodily fluids! 7) Nothing shocks a nurse, they have always seen smaller or indeed bigger! 8) They wont be disgusted by your toilet habits 9) They are experienced in manual evacuation when your full of crap 10)They know how to handle the human body!!!!!!! Did you hear about the nurse who died and went straight to hell?? It took her two weeks to realize she wasn't at work! You know you're a nurse if..... • You believe that every patient needs tlc, diazepam,temazepam and haloperidol. • You would like to meet the inventor of the Nurse call buzzer some night in a dark alley. • You believe not all patients are annoy

Behind Every Soldier
There is a girl.She is always with him in heart & soul. She goes through everything that he goes through. She feels his pain… his sorrow… his joy… his longing… and his devotion. For every minute they are apart, her heart aches… but she smiles. She is a model to other girls. They watch her and wonder… how does she do it? She is the picture of everlasting love & fidelity to her Soldier.. His cause… and their country. She is his rock.. his support… his best friend… and his lover. Her job is the hardest & most painful thing she knows. It is also by far the most rewarding. Their relationship will weather storms… cross miles… and reach indscrible heights. Not because of who they are… but because of the love that they share. A love that is patient.. honest… true.. and kind. A love that transcends the distance. A love that is deeper than any ocean. A love that is more abundant than all the stars in the sky. A love that is perfect in all its flaws Behind every Soldier… there is a

Behind Blue Eyes - Limp Bizkit
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes And no one knows What it's like to be hated To be fated to telling only lies But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what its like To feel these feelings Like i do, and i blame you! No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what its like To be mistreated, to be defeated Behind blue eyes No one knows how to say That they're sorry and don't worry I'm not telling lies But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what its like To be the bad man, to be the sad man Behind blue eyes.

Behind Bars
Shackled and cuffed they drag him to his sentencing he is places in front of a panel of judges wearing dark hodded robes to cover their idenities.Fear grips him as he approaches the bench and approaches the screen of his life; he sees flashbacks of when he was happy, of when he was in love. Tears pour down his face afraid of the sentence to be given he awaits the judges decision shaking and terrified he thinks of one thing, the only thing that takes his fears away the beauty of her face, the beauty of her smile and serenity of her voice. When these memories appear in his undesirable mind he feels nothing but pure joy the gavel startles him out of his dream like state. His sentence is passed down and he is to serve life without love,happiness and dreams.The crime was not as heinous as it seems but the heart of the innocent was destroyed by the heart of disease. The man breaks down on the floor weeping uncontrollably to hear he must never love or dream or to ever fulfill his desires agai

Behind The Smiles
I'm the one who hides behindThat pretty face and those empty eyesThe one who puts on a smile so no onehears my criesFeeling so empty day after dayNot knowing how to make this pain go awayThis pain i've known for so longIt's hard to tell where it all went wrongHow can I show how I truely feelWho I truely amWhen I am not sure myselfThese words and these walls,tearing at me everydayFeeling like I don't belongMy smiles and my laughter just for showSo no one knows the inner tormet and despair I feelReaching the deepest deapths of my soulWhere I have no controlWhere I sit with my head in my handsRocking, cryingWaiting for it all to end

Behind Every Face - 1/15/09
BEHIND EVERY FACE Do you see him? Do you hear her? No, all you see is you All you hear is noise Behind every face Is the promise of truth Behind every pair of eyes is the terrible proof – of our inconsequence When the door knocks Do you not answer? When the finger points Bright is the reflection in the mirror Behind every facet is the interminable racket His face Her face Your face What do you really see? What really feeds the orifice of your listening device? I thought so.

*behind Your Smile*
*Behind your smile* Your smile makes my heart beat fast It makes me stronger to face the difficulties in life Your smile brings you near to me and keeps me warm But behind this unchanging face and sweet smile of you Is a sorrow and a bitter memories of your life Amid a crowd of temptation and tears of unforgiven false A life unprofaned by tears,crashed a poisoned vine unto thine lovable face Murmur of bitterness behind all sweetness Oh my dear! I will praised thee in Heaven And sing you a sweet song And all your sorrow will be vanished And behind your smile is an ending glow of light: written by:R.W.

Behind Closed Doors Fubux Only Auction!
Behind Closed Doors Fu-Bux Only Auction! This is an auction with a variety of the finest things of Fubar! The only way to bid is with Fu-bucks! No cash bids! Why am I offering this auction you ask? Because I know many others just like me do not always have the money to bid on auctions with cash bids, and would really like to have or really need the Finer things sometimes! I am in a possition at the moment to offer these things. I have decided that instead of buying these things for myself I am going to offer them up to others. I am at a comfortable level here on fu-bar and am not in a rush to get to the last level. I like being here and I like that it is fun to get to the top! So I can take my time from here on out! 1. To Bid on this auction you will need to do the following: 2. Go to my pic folder marked Behind Closed Doors Auction. 3. Click on each pic, the details for what it behind each door is located below each door only one item available of each item behind door. 4. I

Behind The Scenes Of A Strip Club....(the Truth About What Happens In Dressing Room &champine Room Etc)
Ok i wanted to do a blog on this because i see women worry about thier men , i see people have a cerian idea about dancers etc So im going to tell you how it is behind the glitz and stage etc....ok Well frist of all , dancers are not just doing it to get thru school most of the time start out that way but the money gets to easy so you tend to forget about .... since you make more then a doctor and etc anyways ...thats also the reson its so hard for a dancer to stop its hard to go back to making a regular salarly ....Dont get me wrong , Some dancers actually ethier have 2 jobs some good jobs .. some are going to school.... some are also models some actually were dotors well known in there country then came over her and lacked the schooling they need to be one here ...Some are single mothers , Some are married , Some are Lezs, some hate men , some just like the easy money but.... what goes on in the dressing room:well see dancers are normal chicks no there not sexually charged chicks

Behind The Scenes
me and my friend emerald were having a discussion earlier in wihich we went back and forth giving our opinions on certain subject matters. after. i thought about it and i decided to start this blog that, yeah its a long shot, people might give some insight on their opinions on the topic at hand. how the debate all got started was thanks to the trekkie that decided to create a profile for all the members of the old star trek crew. we were talking and we got to thinking that some of the nerds, no offense, are the ones who are creating our future. case in point the cell phone in particular the flip phone. it also came to mind that people like this were also responcible for such morally questionable projects like the human genome project. the more we talked about it the more concerned we became about some of the moral issues that comes to being a scientist, and asking as to why such knowledge isn't being used properly. for example, the genome project has made it possible to basically creat

Behind The Mask
When I smile my eyes seem to sparkle If you saw me inside you'd know the truth It's really the pain shining through. I say I'm an open book; but honestly no one can read me. I say what's on my mind, but not the state of it. I give my heart and soul to those around me; 99% of those people have broken at least one of them at some point. I stay silent to spare them the pain of guilt. I've been strong so long but without a foundation, I never know which blow will send me crumbling down. I'm worried I'm running out of pieces to pick up again. Nevertheless I love my life for the sake of those in it; for the moments between the blows that make it all bearable; and for the love I give but seems to elude me.

Behind Blue Eyes By The Who
"Behind Blue Eyes" No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool If I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat If I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes

Behind Closed Eyes...
All I can feel When I close my eyes Is closeness All I can smell When I breathe in Is that familiar scent All I taste When I bite my lip Is that sweet, unforgettable taste All I hear When the room is silent Is thump, thump But when my eyes are open All I see is darkness

Behind The Tree Line
U were the small brightly colored bird that the boys incinerated their hearts a pone They loved u bitterly and called u a witch U wanted to belong to someone U found one but he tricked u And tore u like a sister’s doll in a mean brother’s hand And so u became the hurricane child Spewing glass shard, cat hard blood Chewing off your foot to get free I tracked the blood drops in through the snow and found u U didn’t fear me U saw it in me and I saw it in u And we safety our weapons Your were the wolf that stood by the edge my camp fire ever night I would call to u By you would come closer A few nights later it was very cold And the fire was very bright And we could see each other’s faces U saw it in me and I saw it in u And u came and sat next to me And warmed yourself We were together from then on And nothing could separate us The world lost its hold on us We won out against time and convention I would give u the map of where all the landm

Behind These Hazel Eyes
behind these hazel eyes i look out at the world , i see so many things . the world has changed so much , from what it used to be . i'm what you call and old soul . i feel like ive lived many times before this . a feeling of deja vu comes to be me often . my wisedom is beyond manys comprehension , and theres nothing in this life to explain it . age is but a number , life is made up of many experiences , i wish more people could understand that . i have friends from all over the world and a have lived a life rich with experiences . i often daydream about the past . seeing in my imagination what it would of been like to be girl and then woman back then . the world was such a different place , of course not all things were good , but it seemed people looked for each other . i would have flourish in the times of the 1920s and 1930s . A time where romance was a huge factor of meeting the man of your dreams . where the people danced every week and it was innocent . they each a dance

Behind This Smile
The quietness begins and washes over me.I can no longer hear the screams inside. I only feel the sadness settled in my head, the depression that drives my every move. I cannot think or speak. There is only silence. I can feel only the coldness in my bones and the tears streaming down my face. I can feel the breaths I breathe but never feel my lungs inhale. I feel myself spiraling downward and yet cannot reach for solid ground. The space between the life I want and the one I have is never ending. I feel only more space. I feel only more loneliness. No one understands what hides behind these smiles. Not a person sees what pain is felt behind these eyes. I am left with only my demons to comfort me.

Behind The True Blond Moments At Hand!!!
Gothic talking to her sister on phone, Mentions about her dying her hair blonde and her brains going with it, I said "So thats where you get it" and Gothic replies with "No She gets it from me" Cause she's the elder sister... ADMITTING she is the Blonde one! LMAO!!!! I believe she has not only been busted, but she walked into a dead end there!!!

Behind Those Beautiful Eyes
im on the Hunt for the best set of beautiful eyes on FU post a close up pic of your eyes on your profile and send me the link and i will post it in my behind those beautiful eyes folder more info to come .....

Behind The Cloak
Hiding below the surface of reality Have found refugee in the hands of fantasy Illusion is what lies ahead Stimulating my crazy head The clock tic tacs as the time passes away All I can think is you in my memory In my soul you’ve been engraved, deep within And keep you there, odd things between Can’t seem to touch with my grasp I can’t longer hold on with my clasp It is strange you’re not so far It is shows that you really are Cool exterior is my false façade Like a pompous admiration is what I hide Can’t stop to think of you everyday It turns out I am already in disarray Your voice is like a gentle whisper Your thoughts always made me wonder Your smile if the curable answer To all these things that makes me whimper I am embrace with invisibility I have this unnoticed agility Invaded by hollowness Torn asunder thoughts, its craziness Sometimes I think your mirage, a illusion Ironically you have a different devotion Don’t know when to get it al

Behind The Scenes
Doing an honest toy review is a lot harder than I ever thought it would be (which in no way excuses my lack of reviews lately), being objective is harder than you think when it comes to personal pleasure, and having to keep in mind that even if something doesn’t work for me doesn’t mean it won’t work for one or a few of my readers. The easiest part about it all is just explaining what the toy is made of and what it does, the basics, but then again being impersonal isn’t always advisable no matter what someone is reviewing because a big part of a review (especially when it comes to adult toys) is about describing personal feelings. As for toys for boys all I can do is make my readers aware of what is out there, believe me I really wanted to do a review on the Tenga Eggs, but my test subject wasn’t as comfortable with male sex toys and I am with female (something about synthetic is pointless when the real thing is right there also he couldn&rs

Behind The Broken Glass
i see you so clearly watching me as i fall ever drop of your blood smeared against my wall the tears running down your face as you begin to pace back and forth screaming and yelling feeling all alone the temptation to end this drone , meaningless existince who would care, you? me ? but why should i matter to you im just a mirror, i dont speak but what you see in me speaks to you see wh tyou like, or that you hate despise and realize everything about yourself so as i shatter and begin to clatter liek your mind unravels from its tight wound ball realize this im just a mirror i dont lie, i just show you what you refuse to accept and come to terms with

Behind Your Eyes.
What is behind your eyes? I see something Yet I do not know what to say Is it pain, sorrow, hate, lust, anger? So many things can be hidden You never say a word I am not afraid Of what you might be hiding Unsure of who to trust What I am going to say is true! I just want to get to know you I want nothing but your friendship I will not lie or talk behind your back I am that way I am here if you would like to talk Just say “hi”

Behind These Hazel Eyes
Like a sinking ship, dragging you down under. I'm worse than the lightning following the thunder. Like the plague, that infected my town. The only path im headed on, is down. It's just my way, it's who I am. Like junk mail, the unwanted spam. That's me, no escaping it, time for me to realize. Nothing but pain and regret, hidden behind these hazel eyes.

Behind My Walls
I ask you behind my walls to see me for who I truely am... I am a Labryinth........... lost within my own mind ..... Tied down to what " Society" deams Normality to be .... Forever running through the vines , My feet raw and bloody, I leave my mark upon this world ... with blood , sweat and tears......... From years long past, I've carried my burdon ... Some people tell me to "Get saved" ... Get saved from what ... This battle started before me ... It wasnt me who began the chain, that ties me down to these memories that remain. Wishes gone and all Hope spent...... I cry to my wiccan world and repent.... For those who had slain my heart..... No ill will, will I pass thee... I shalt not play that part..... The Ill be yours and yours alone... My deads forever writin in Stone.

Behind These Hazel Eyes
Seems like just yesterdayYou were a part of meI used to stand so tallI used to be so strongYour arms around me tightEverything, it felt so rightUnbreakable, like nothin' could go wrongNow I can't breatheNo, I can't sleepI'm barely hanging onHere I am, once againI'm torn into piecesCan't deny it, can't pretendJust thought you were the oneBroken up, deep insideBut you won't get to see the tears I cryBehind these hazel eyesI told you everythingOpened up and let you inYou made me feel alrightFor once in my lifeNow all that's left of meIs what I pretend to beSo together, but so broken up inside'Cause I can't breatheNo, I can't sleepI'm barely hangin' onHere I am, once againI'm torn into piecesCan't deny it, can't pretendJust thought you were the oneBroken up, deep insideBut you won't get to see the tears I cryBehind these hazel eyesSwallow me then spit me outFor hating you, I blame myselfSeeing you it kills me nowNo, I don't cry on the outsideAnymore...Here I am, once againI'm torn into pie

Behind The Mask
CONFESSIONS FROM BEHIND MY MASK Not really much to confess actually. All i can say is wearing it was uncomfortable even when it was only for pictures. I like to think it's obvious that the mask and last name are both from phantom of the opera of which i'm a big fan. i realised that wearing the mask all the time kind of took away the image i was trying to go for. so now i'm going to try be myself in pictures instead of wearing the mask all the time. Just because my last name is Phantom doesn't mean i have to try look like the Phantom thank you

Behind Her Walls
Behind her Walls she stands But I can still see her eyes shine. Someday soon the gates will open But only within her time. I'll send her a smile each time she glances my way And hope in her thoughts My smile will always stay. Until this beauty leaves these walls Where I'm at I will remain. Wondering if things will change Or forever stay the same.

Behind My Back.
If you had to sneak around that make you the one that fucked up! I never had to because you weren't worth the time it takes to sneak! I moved on long ago! if you didn't sad for you. I set you free. I do better without you because you are piosen to my soul. You tried to take me out and failed, I am alive without you and happy everyday. Your friends and family try to bring me down which tells everyone who is paying attention who the sad one is. Pay attention to who is angry. If anyone wants to know the truth, I will send you the facts! The pictures, the hospital records, My blood tests, my doctor visits. Put your money where you mouth is. Look at you advertising your misery. Please get help! Go to your classes! You never even write your children but you have time to upload yourself doing drugs. Be an adult. quit making excuses! You haven't even contacted CPS to try to get your parental rights back. You are in need of counseling. Any body around you need to encourage you to heal. The inc

Behind Those Eyes
Can I slip into your mind?I just want to see what's behind those eyes..I want to see what makes you happy,I want to see what makes you want to cry.Would you allow me to venture into your daydreams?I just want to see what's behind those eyes..I want to see what makes you happy,I want to see what makes you want to cry.May I get lost in your thoughts?I'm curious to know how you see the world.I just want to see what's behind those eyes..

Behind James
ALAMEDA, Calif. Limited Aldon Smith Jersey . -- The Oakland Raiders thin receiving corps got a boost Thursday when Denarius Moore returned to practice from an injury and the team signed Derek Hagan. Moore practiced on a limited basis for the first time since Aug. 4 as he has been dealing with a hamstring injury first sustained during minicamp in June. "It felt really good to be back out there with my teammates and get my timing down with the quarterback, just getting a feel for things," he said. "Ive been out for so long you somewhat forget the fundamentals." Moores return was welcome news to a Raiders offence that struggled at times during the preseason. He had a stellar rookie season, catching 33 passes for 618 yards and five touchdowns. His 18.7 yards per catch were the fourth-highest in the league and his eight catches on passes more than 20 yards downfield gave Oakland a much-needed vertical threat that opened up opposing defences. Moore has been unable to work much with quarterba

Behind — And It Even Worked Sometimes. Harrison Barnes Blocked Afflalos Layup From Behind Against The Backboard.
EL SEGUNDO, Calif. Aldon Smith Youth Jersey . -- Although Martin Brodeur seems likely to return next season with the New Jersey Devils, the 40-year-old goalie also isnt convinced their current season is over just yet. While Brodeur acknowledges the enormity of New Jerseys plight in the Stanley Cup finals, the three-time NHL champion has been in plenty of tight spots with teams playing a whole lot worse than the Devils, who must beat the Los Angeles Kings in Game 4 on Wednesday night to avoid elimination. "When you know youre playing well and the results arent there, its hard," Brodeur said after the Devils brief practice Tuesday at the Kings training complex. "Weve got these breaks along the way to get where we are, but even though were working hard, were not getting the breaks now." New Jersey faces the prospect of becoming the first team swept out of the Cup finals since 1998, but the Eastern Conference champions realize how close this series has been. Coach Peter DeBoer echoes Brode

Behind The Smile
Behind the Smile Dark Latina Beauty Stunning bedroom eyes She walks into a room Mesmerizes all the guys Tall, lean and beautiful A hearty laugh to die for Who would ever think She had anything to cry for Tough on the outside Yet tender is her heart Elegant and street wise A stunning work of art Beauty to be envied Other women scorn Few can see inside The little girl forlorn Strong willed and confident For everyone to see Seemingly so powerful Hiding insecurity She’s the life of every party Dances far into the night Raising toasts, all eyes upon her Commanding the limelight You’ll never see a crack In that armor plating Armed with hair of onyx The men are salivating Sparkling are her eyes Each completely miss the prize For none of them can see The dark and lonely place Hidden far behind her eyes Outside she keeps on shining Insides ready to unfurl But no one really sees her The frightened little girl June 30, 2013 MPS©

Behind Closed Doors
I haven't written a note in such a long time that engulfs my feelings over the past few years as I traveled a tired and winding road with obstacles so great within the path, that, it has been extremely difficult to decipher from what is the truth. My road to peace, happiness and most of all acceptance for myself, has been a horrifying and confusing experience for me. Perhaps, I am my own saboteur and wear my heart on my sleeve at the wrong possible times or it is within my very nature to pour myself into everything I have set for the future. I tend to have a soft spot to take care of others when I know they are in pain and a lot of the time I involve myself so deeply that their pain consumes me and it becomes my own. I've laughed, I've yelled and I've cried. And I constantly question the actions of others whilst knowing that there isn't any real or truthful answer that would ever satisfy that need of closure. I've simply convinced myself that such a closure exists, but deep down I

Behind Your Smile...
Behind your smile... With all my heart, I love you so The sadness I hold, I never show From day to day I watch you fade I wear a smile, my masquerade The light in you eyes is beginning to dim Fading slowly from within With each new day I watch you go Towards somewhere you no longer know You may forget my face, my name My love for you will always remain Behind your smile, I still see you there With all the love you have to share One day i know we will have to part So I will hold your hand as you hold my heart.

Behold A Blog
Just found this bitch and complain page. I had no idea this was here. Guess I should open my fucking eyes and read what LC has to offer. Just for the record, I can be a dickhead sometimes as well. What can I say, I'm a man. It's just part of what we do and it's totally unintentional. I'll apologize now if my future grips and grumblings offend anyone.

Be Honest
1. Anal or oral? 2. Chocolate or whip Cream? 3. Ice or feathers? 4. Two girls and a guy or two guys and a girl? 5. Movie porn or live porn? 6. What do you wear to bed ? 7. Love making or hard fucking? 8. Do you shave ? 9. Spit or swallow? 10. Do you masturbate ? 11. Whats your turn on ? 12. Whats your favorite position ? 13. Do you belive in no glove no love ? 14. Where would you really love to have sex ? 15. How long can you go ? (and be honest) 16. Bondage or soft & gentle ? 17. Have you ever had sex in public ? 18. Do you touch yourself and get turned on ? 19. Is there anyone on your mind you want to have sex with ? 20. List one person on your buddy list you would have sex with? Be honest !!

Be Honest....
Be honest....... If you really miss someone, friend, ex, love, or a family member right now.., And cant get them off your mind... Then repost this titled as "I miss you..." Within 1 minute, And whoever you are missing will surprise you .. If you break this you will have the worst love starting in 1 minute

Be Honest
How far would you go? Put "yes" "maybe" or "no" Kiss me : Hug me: Date me: Get tipsy with me: Kill me: Love me: Hate me: Hold me: Lie to me: Hurt me: Sing with me: Dance with me: Grind with me: Cuddle with me: Let me make a move on you: Make a move on me: Watch a movie with me: Get me a B-day gift: Caress me: Tickle me: Let me tickle you: Let me borrow your car: Be there for me: Buy me a drink: Bring me around your friends: Give me a massage: Take me to the club: Go to sleep with me: Do me: Drink kool-aid with me: Take advantage of me: Let me take advantage of u: Hangout with me: Take care of me if I wasn't feeling good: Do something incredibly sweet for me: Give me a lap dance: Tell me you love me: Let me call you: If so whats your number: What would you do if you woke up next to me:

Be Honest Please..
Your name: Where did we meet?: Take a stab at my middle name: Do I believe in God?: How long have you known me?: Do I smoke?: What was your first impression of me upon meeting?: Color of my eyes?: Do I have any siblings?: What is JUST ONE of my favorite things to do?: Do you remember one of the first things I said to you?: What's my favorite type of music?: What is the best feature about me?: Am I shy or outgoing?: Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?: What's your favorite memory of me?: Any special talents?: Would you consider me a friend?: If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be?: If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what one thing would I bring?:

Behold
Behold Would that I could portray what I see but the camera records just broken light It's heart is not lifted by your warming smile feels no pain in your hour of sadness The sparkle in your eye cheers it not nor will it wipe your tears if you cry Your grace of movement is frozen in time held lifeless on the glossy negative No soul lives within your image here a mere empty one sided facsimile Soft words of care have no voice you lie deaf and dumb before me A photograph is not a memory just an aide memoire to a distracted mind So what need have I for such a likeness I close my eyes and you are there

Be Honest Which One Is You..
Grandfather Oak wrote: hmm which are you I am sending this to you to see how many actually read their comments.Your response will be interesting. Pay attention to what you read. After you have finished reading it, you will know the reason it was sent to you. Here goes: People come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON or a LIFETIME. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.

Be Honest With Yourself
Golf is a funny sport in that it mirrors life on a grand scale. It is a sport in which you will get out exactly what you put into it. It is a game that you can talk about for years and still not cover everything and it is a game that takes years to learn. You can play it for a lifetime and still not be as good as you want to. It forces one to be completely honest with ones self, for at the end of a round nothing can change how you actually did, no matter what you say and it is always only you against the course. A game where you can be as good as you want, you can play it simply to relax on a weekend now and then or you can play it to be the best in the world, most importantly, your world. Hell, you can even make it your religon. Each time you play whether it is only yourself or you get placed with some people or even playing in a tournament; it always comes down to how well you do against the course and in a tournament the winner is usually the one whoe does best against what

Behold The Terrible Effect Of Too Much Caffine
come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named ted a poor college student, barely kept himself fed then one day he was talkin' to a recruiter said "son, you'll make big money workin' on computers" terminals that is, vax systems, beowulf clusters well the next thing you know, ole ted's a millionaire kin folk said "ted move away from there" said "californy is the place you wanna be" so he loaded up his truck and moved to the valley silicone that is, intel, sun microsystems but now it's time to say goodbye to ted and all his cash he liquidated and fled the country when the market crashed all his venture capital investors found out that they'd been screwed seems that ted's accounting scheme was a little skewed embezzlement that is, artificial margins, insider trading y'all call the feds now, ya hear

Be Honest
Would you makeout with me? [] Hell Yeah [] Yes [] No [] Maybe [] Hell No Would you sleep with me? [] Hell Yeah [] Yes [] No [] Maybe [] Hell No Am I attractive? [] Gorgeous [] Hott []Cutie [] Average [] Okay [] Ugly As Fuck! Do you think I'm a virgin? [] Hell Yeah [] Yes [] No [] Maybe [] Hell No Name three things you would like to do to me... 1. 2. 3. I look like.. [] A Player [] One Nigh Stand [] Next Boyfriend/Girlfriend [] A Friend [] A friend With Benefits [] A Possibility If you saw me for the first time would you talk to me? [] Hell Yeah [] Yes [] No [] Maybe [] Hell No Would you rather.. [] Hook Up With Me [] Cuddle With Me [] Date Me [] Friends [] Friends With Benefits On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest), rate me.. [] 1 [] 2 [] 3 [] 4 [] 5 [] 6 [] 7 [] 8 [ ] 9 [] 10 What would you want me to be to you? [] Friend [] A Possible Girlfriend/Boyfriend [] Friend With Benefits [] Husband/Wife Would you give me a lapdance? [] Hell Ye

Be Honest!!!
IF We Had Sex Game... Now don't be scared.... you never know who really wants to do you! Here are the rules to the game.. REPLY SO ONLY I SEE IT AND REPOST SO OTHERS CAN FILL OUT! 1. Would you be in control? 2. Would you pull my hair? 3. Would you whisper in my ear? 4. Would you talk dirty to me? 5. Would you kiss me with a little tongue or a lot of tongue? 6. Would you say my name? 7. Would you go down on me? 8. Would you let me give you a hickie? 9. How many rounds would we go? 10. What would you wanna do afterwards? 11. Would you take off all your clothes then take mine off slowly? 12. Would you lick and bite me all over? 13. Would you like to play or get straight to the point? 14. Would you want me to take my time? 15. How freaky are you, 1 - 10? 16. Would you want fast or slow? 17. Where would you wanna "do it"? 18. Would you be loud or quiet? 19. Would you want me to be loud or quiet? 20. Would you mind if i liked you

Be Honest In What U Want
I really suck at relationships I know that. I know what I want and right now it's impossible. I don't have a job and my life is a mess but one thing for sure I enjoy sex. Sex for me is fun now.I don't worry about being pregnant or if i want to wake up with this guy generally I don't but it would be nice. but thats not going to happen any time soon.I still hurt from letting love get in the way. Right now i have a prefered partner but last night was almost a deal buster it was rushed and not too good. I like the freedom that i have a choice of partners but i am not to keen on it. I rather be with one guy. I have other offers but I'm not comfortable with that.I'm not to comfortable with revisiting a old lover either.I have one I would love to revisit but I can't do it reason that "L" word. I have feelings for him that are not returned so it's not happening it would hurt to much. HE was my Muse, a hope dashed, a visible scar. I waited a long long time to have sex after my daughter w

Behold
Behold the twilight by which the leaves have written a sonnet singing of laughter. Times when saying goodnight meant seeing you another day, times when my life didn't feel battered by the staring eyes of those who know nothing of the story. Behold the moonlight that shines down, engulfing me in a pale milky brightness that has yet to spread to my soul. Instead, I am forced to stand here, believing that there was a reason for all of it. behold the darkness that seems to slowly inch its way across my soul like a village of pain has moved itself in cottages among all the happy memories, singing macabre songs of death and ruin behold the delight as suddenly, someone sheds some sunlight on it all. a simple kiss brings on light so radiant, so bright that its as if my soul is singing verse after verse of simple happiness. behold the touch you have had on my life. it is as if the fear and loathing in my soul has faded, died if you will. n

Be Honest
60 honest questions!!! If you're not going to be honest, don't take this survey. 1. Who is the last person you held hands with? _.my son 2. If you were drafted into a war, would you survive? _.oh yeah, i'm a survivor,._ 3. Do you sleep with the TV on? _.no way!!!,._ 4. Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton? _.yyyyyyep! 5. Have you ever won a spelling bee? _.sure did! 6. What is your longest fight with one of your friends? _.6 years ago, i never talk to her until now 7. Are you a fast typer? _.yep,.???,._ 8. Are you afraid of the dark? _.ummm, yeah,._ 10. Who can you always turn to? _.mY family, luv 'em,._ 11. When's the last time you chose a bath over a shower? _.4 years ago 12. Do you knock on wood? _.sometimes 13. Are you drinking anything right now? _.nope. 17. What do you want for Christmas? _.my son beside me 18. Do you know the muffin man? _.no, i know ginger bread boy,._ 19. Do you talk in your sl

Behold The Sea
Behold The Sea by Jerry Caldwell Behold the sea, the mighty restless sea! Behold the strand of battered rock and sand! The endless fight between the sea and man! Behold the sea! Through wind and storm the foaming breakers roar What of the man who waits upon the shore? What of the man you hold forevermore? Behold the sea! Rolling along in the starlight Restless, plentiful and strong Rolling along in the moonlight Surf and spray shining in the sun Behold the sea, the mighty restless sea! Behold the strand of battered rock and sand! The endless fight between the sea and man! Behold the sea!

Beholding Beyond Words
Beholding Beyond Words Beholding Beyond Words To Our Servicemen And Women Stationed Around The World In Far Away Places There's Not Much We Can Say To Thank Them Enough For What They Go Thru Each Day In The Rough But: Give Them Our Thanks Give Them Our Love Give Them Our Regards For a Safe Return We Praise and Raise Our Hands To You That Earned the Honor That We Now Bestow We Salute You For A Job Bravely Done And Applaud Your Courage In The Face Of The Unknown Defending Freedom Defending Liberty Defending Peace At Home And Abroad For The Past, Present, And Future Generations Duty Will Always Be An Honorable Citation To Stand The Ground That Freedom Upholds To Endure Engagements Where Ever They Unfold Defending Freedom Defending Liberty Defending Peace At Home And Abroad For Those MIA'S, POW'S, Fallen Soldiers, Who Gave All They Could We Will Search For As Long As It Takes You

Be Honest
1.) How many times a day would you kiss me? answer: 2.) Would you call me? answer: 3.) Would you have sex with me? answer: 4.) Would you take me places? answer: 5.) Would you love me? answer: 6.) Would you lie to me? answer: 7.) If I was sick what would you do? answer: 8.) Would you leave me for one of my friends? answer: 9.) Want to have a future with me? answer: 10.) Would you listen to all my problems and help me solve them? Answer: 11.) Would you introduce me to your mom/dad? answer: 12.) Would you care about what I wore when we go out? answer: 13.) Would you hang out with me AND my friends? answer: 14.) If your friend tried to get with me what would you do? answer: 15.) If we dated and broke up, would you want me back? answer: 16.) If I gave you my heart what would you do? answer: 17.) If I said I loved you would you say it back? answer: 18.) How much do you like me 1-10? answer: 19.) How do you feel about me?

Behold, I Adore Beauty
Behold, I Adore Beauty by Sylvia Chidi Beauty is warm and cold Beauty is black and bold Beauty is different for us all I am told Beauty I would love a chance to mould Beauty gives the finest pleasure I am told Beauty can be bought and sold To the one and only highest bidder While it graciously glitters like gold I adore beauty Oh! How I adore beauty with a passion I adore beauty with every last breath Beauty itself is not exempt From the laws of birth and death It experiences the joys of being young and old Blossoming each day in early youth Maturing adoringly each day with age Behold, I adore beauty Oh! How I adore beauty with a passion Beauty is something I would like to hold Where there is too much ugly I can bring it out of a drawer and unfold Spread it around the entire household Without worrying about getting a scold Behold, I adore beauty Oh! How I adore beauty When out on a nightie Quite hungry and thirsty And you drink the las

Behold The Terrible Effects Of Too Much Caffeine
come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named ted a poor college student, barely kept himself fed then one day he was talkin' to a recruiter said "son, you'll make big money workin' on computers" terminals that is vax systems beowulf clusters well the next thing you know, ole ted's a millionaire kin folk said "ted, move away from there" said "californy is the place you wanna be" so he loaded up his truck and moved to the valley silicone that is intel nec well now it's time to say goodbye to ted and all his cash he liquidated and fled the country when the market crashed all his venture capital investors found out that they'd been screwed it seems that ted's accounting scheme was a little skewed embezzlement that is insider trading artificial margins y'all call the feds now, ya hear

Be Honest
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF? 1. I WAS RIGHT NEXT 2 YOU 2. I KISSED YOU: 3. I LIVED NEXT DOOR 2 YOU: 4. I STARTED SMOKING: 5. I SAID I WANTED TO FUCK YOU: 6. I WAS HOSPITALIZED: 7. I WAS DRUNK: 8. I LICKED YOU: 9. I ASKED YOU TO LEAVE: 10. I ASKED YOU OUT: 11.CHEAT ON YOU? 12.WOULD YOU BE MY FRIEND WITH BENEFITS OR RATHER TO BE MY BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND? WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY? 13. PERSONALITY: 14. EYES: 15. HAIR: 15. BODY: WOULD YOU? 16. BE MY FRIEND? 17. KEEP A SECRET IF I TOLD YOU ONE? 18. KISS ME? 19. GO ON A DATE WITH ME? 20. KEEP IN TOUCH? 21. LICK ME? 23. DATE ME? 24. HAVE SEX WITH ME? HAVE YOU EVER? 25. LIED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER? 26. WANTED TO KISS ME? 27. WANTED TO BITE ME? 28. KEPT SOMTHING IMPORTANT FROM ME? 29. WANTED TO CUDDLE WITH ME? 30. HAD A DIRTY DREAM OF ME? AND MORE! 31. WHO ARE YOU? 32. ARE WE FRIENDS? 33. WHEN AND HOW DID WE MEET? 34. D

Be Honest Now Guys And Gals
tell me what is your dirtiest filthiest fantasy ? email me the story @ sexytannedlegz@yahoo.co.uk and ill collect them all for my new website all story will be in complete confidence all i ask is that you all get me horny and be as honest and as filthy as you like i might reply bck and tell you what mine is .. *giggles* you will like it xx wendy

Be Honested And Critique - First Attempt
The Capture Victoria woke to complete darkness. She wondered where she was and why she couldn’t move. She yelled for help and heard only her echo. The darkness was interrupted by light that shone down on her. She looked around for anything to tell her where she was but to no avail. She realized that she was restrained to a wooden chair with leather straps and stripped down to her red corset and matching lacey panties. She tried to struggle but the restraints were too tight. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blinking red light on the wall and figured someone was watching. “Hello? Is anyone there?” she cried but the echoes of her pleas gave away to silence. A man stepped out of the shadows in front of her. As he came closer, she remembered that she saw him before. She recalled that earlier that night (assuming that it was the same night) her girlfriends and her went to a club as they did most weekends to levitate some of the stress of the week. They

Behold
Behold the witch, strong as any man Know the witch, as she walks upon the land Respect the witch, her powers to beguile Admire the witch, her understanding smile Honor the witch, as pure as mother’s love Applaud the witch, as destiny she moves Acclaim the witch, as the future she designs Envy the witch, her patience over time Regard the witch, her inspiration deep Commend the witch, her family she keeps Approve the witch, as standards she upholds Revere the witch, her faith and will, extol Appreciate the witch, as nature she raises Venerate the witch, for she keeps ancient lore Become the witch, and these values will be yours. *Author Unknown*

Be Honest With Yourself.
BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF. AND YOU WILL SEE THE WONDER THAT IS ALL AROUND YOU. DROP ANY PRETENSE OF CYNICISM. AND ALLOW YOUR SPIRIT TO MARVEL AT THE EXQUISITE, GRACEFUL BEAUTY IN EVEN THE SMALLEST OF THINGS. MUCH OF WHAT YOU LONG FOR IS ALREADY WELL WITHIN YOUR REACH. LET GO OF THE DOUBTS, FEARS, AND ASSUMPTIONS THAT KEEP YOU LOCKED OUT OF LIFE'S BEST POSSIBILITIES. LOOK AT THE WORLD WITH EYES FULL OF WONDER, GRATITUDE, HOPE AND PURPOSE. WHAT YOU TRULY DESIRE IS EXACTLY THE SAME AS WHAT YOU ARE DESTINED TO ACCEPT AND CREATE. BECOME COMFORTABLE AND FAMILIAR WITH THE GOODNESS THAT IS DEEP WITHIN YOU. IT RESONATES PERFECTLY WITH THE INTRACTABLE GOODNESS THAT HOLDS THE WORLD TOGETHER. THOUGH THERE MAY BE CONSTANT TURMOIL ON THE SURFACE OF LIFE, ALL IS WELL DEEP WITHIN. CONNECT WITH THE GOODNESS THAT IS INSIDE YOU, AND YOU'LL DISCOVER THE POSITIVE POSSIBILITIES ALL AROUND...RIDE SAFE N HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS...KISSES...HARLEY

Be Home Friday
Wanted to send love and hugs to all my friends who have left love on my page while the family and I are having a summer blast. Will be home on Friday and will leave love on your page then. HUUUUUUGS and Love to all!! :-D ~C~

Be Honist
Questions --- I'm curious to see if there is anyone on MY Friends list that have the guts to repost this, answering the questions themselves. . . . . . . . . (1) Is there someone on ur top friends u would like to have sex with? ***ummmmm Only one yes (2) Sex in the morning, afternoon or night? *** OK! (3) Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke? ***No just open the door (4) Have you ever taken your clothes off for money? *** Not but have been rewarded 4 doing so (5) Shower or bath while having sex? *** shower, (6) Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? ***Don't bite me (7) Do you love someone in your friends list? ***by love do you actually me lust??? (8) Love or Money? ***can't I have both (9) Credit cards or cash? **** cash (10) Have you ever wanted a best friend? ***Y Allways with me (11) Camping or a 5 star hotel? ***5 star I camp every day (12) Where is the weirdest place you ha

Behold The Woman
"Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit." --Amen.

Be Honest With Me...
Its time to step up and be a man You said brutal honesty will be the plan So why the deceit and why the lies? Why continue to put pain behind my eyes? Why continue to jab me in the heart? You promised to be honest from the start Dont hide, dont run Step up and destroy me, just get the deed done Dont run and hide when youre scared. Be honest with me if any feelings we had were once shared Say what you want and not what you think i need Get the pain over with quickness and speed Run the other way if you must Destroy me, annihlate my trust Gather your balls the times at hand Time for you to take your last stand If you dont want friendship tell me, youll be free Be honest and true the deceit hurts me if you even see Dont fuck with my heart, to keep me under your spell Just destroy me and leave my heart where its fell Basically, im sick of being lied to. i want one fucking person in my life to be honest for a change. If you dont like me and dont want to be around me then say it and dont f

Behold
Behold my broken heart, so fragile and so frail. What once was full of hope and love, is now embraced in Hell. A heart that loved a lifetime, a heart forever true. A heart that found its keeper the day that I found you. Now a barren, empty wasteland, beneath a cloudy sky. It was true love that broke this heart and sentenced it to die.

Be Hppybubbles Valentine
My Valentine - Martina McBride Have u ever wanted to be HppyBubbles Valentine??? Well NOW is ur Chance!!! She is turning on her FU-OWNED until Saturday...The person who owns her when she turns it back off on Saturday will be her VALENTINE YOU WILL BE HER CRUSH!! YOU WILL BE IN HER NAME!! YOU WILL BE IN HER STATUS MESSAGE!! AND YOU WILL GET ALL OF HER ANGEL PIMP OUTS!! So go now and FU OWN HER... She has tons of GREAT/SEXY pics!!! Click the pic below to go fu-own her!!! HppyBubbles™@ fubar PIMPOUT BROUGHT TO U BY: VAsFynest VAs FyNeSt~HEAD GREETER @Club Flava~fu Owned by the sexy Johnny@ fubar

Beign Nice Does Get You Somewhere
So I ordered a pair of shoes the other night from www.stevemadden.com Got my first pair tonight and I noticed the boot box was all taped and destroyed. Humm I thought that couldnt be good. When I pulled them out of the shoe box they were scuffed in places so bad the leather was actually torn. So I called the 1-800 number and was nice and polite the whole time. They are going to reship me another pair of boots even though the ones I got were clearance and it states no returns or refunds on clearance items. See you do get alot more with sugar and honey than piss and vinegar. I only wish some of my patients could learn this. There is no point in the world for you to scream at the pharmacy staff b/c you dont like the price of your drugs. Its not up to us. We submit claims to your insurance company and they actually print that nifty little label we use to scan your scripts or ring you up depending on your pharmacy.

Beignets
1 Envelope Active Dry Yeast 3/4 Cup Water (110 degrees F) 1/4 Cup Granulated Sugar 1/2 tsp Salt 1 Beaten Egg 1/2 Cup Evaporated Milk 3 1/2 - 3 3/4 Cups A.P. Flour 1/8 Cup Shortening Vegetable Oil for Frying Powdered Sugar in a shaker or sifter Combine the Yeast, Water, and Sugar in the work bowl of a stand mixer fitted with a dough hook (You could also make this in a food processor, or the old fashioned way, by hand). Let this sit until frothy, about 5 minutes, then add the Salt, Egg, and Evaporated Milk. Mix on low speed, then add half of the flour until it starts to come together, then add the shortening. When the shortening is incorporated start adding the remaining flour, a little at a time until most of it is incorporated. At this time I always turn the dough onto a floured bench to finish by hand, just like when I make bread; it's a touch thing. Knead the dough adding just enough flour as necessary to make a non-sticky, smooth dough. Place the dough into a large oiled

Beige Sunshine
Cheese is the one thing that's indestructible How much is your Blue Cross deductible? Open your eyes to a wicked surprise You'll lose your mind if you just step inside They say even Bambi was corruptible The flu's coming, yes are you susceptible? If only traces of lead were detectable Open your brain to a new kind of pain Just step inside and we'll all go insane Please put your thoughts inside a receptacle You are not one of us Your pipes are leaking You are an ocelot But what are you seeking? Baboons, they say, are quite understanding Ships without rudders aren't worth commanding Open your skull to a world that is dull You'll find it all when you shop at the mall People like you are not worth reprimanding

Beignets (french Quarter Donuts)
BEIGNETS (French Quarter Donuts) Recipe By : Serving Size : 30 Preparation Time :0:00 Categories : Cajun Breads Breakfast Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method -------- ------------ -------------------------------- 1/2 c Boiling water 2 tb Shortening 1/4 c Sugar 1/2 ts Salt 1/2 c Evaporated milk 1/2 pk Yeast 1/4 c Warm water 1 ea Egg, beaten 3 3/4 c Flour, sifted Powdered sugar Pour Boiling water over shortening, sugar, and salt. Add milk; let stand until warm. Dissolve yeast in Warm water; add to milk mixture along with beaten egg. Stir in 2 cups flour. Beat. Add enough flour to make a soft dough. Place in a greased bowl. Grease top of dough, cover with waxed paper and a cloth

Beijing Black Escort
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The Beijing Municipal Government Refused To Japan Concert Artists, Medium Says Because Of The Diaoyu Islands
[introduction] Japan's kyodo news agency reported that recently learned that, Japanese singers GuCun new company was 25 national grand theatre in Beijing at the normalization of japanese-chinese diplomatic relation 40 anniversary concert has been postponed.Deferred reason unknown, may be influenced by diaoyu islands problems lead to the influence of japan-china opposition upgrade.Tencent entertainment Japan's kyodo news agency reported that recently learned that, Japanese singers GuCun new company was 25 national grand theatre in Beijing at the normalization of japanese-chinese diplomatic relation 40 anniversary concert has been postponed.According to GuCun subordinate brokerage company revealed that the Beijing municipal government and sponsor 12 through the telephone notice said the concert extension.Deferred reason unknown, may be influenced by the peak pavilion islands (China says the diaoyu islands) problems lead to the influence of japan-china opposition upgrade.The concert in th

Beilieve
WINDS OF CHANGE HAVE BLOWN IN TAKING AWAY MY MY WILL TO LIVE TAKING AWAY EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE STRIVED FOR IN MY LIFE. WITH EVERY WORD SPOKEN THE DAGGER GOES IN DEEPER I AM LEFT ALONE IN THIS SEA OF HEARTACHE AND PAIN. I NEED TO GET AWAY FROM THIS TANGLED SITUATION THINGS COULD GET BETTER IF I JUST GO AND BELIEVE.

Beileve
I always believe there is a specail friend out there for you. Don't force them to do anything they don't wanna do. IF you do tht scares them off. I dont wanna play that way. I Think if you wanna keep a friend talk to he/she like she is normal and wanted not like a sexual toy and feels like there being used. If you read this then your a real friend and comment this so i know how you feel when yo uread this special blog feel free if you feel unconfortable commenting here leave it in my inbox and czu i wanna see how you feel. For all you out there that has put up with me thanks im always here if you need me. Don't be afraid to ask questions either im always gonna answer them if i don't like it ill be blunt about it.

Being With You
Look at your loved one tonight Their smile makes you shine They know when you are mad Or when you are sad They can bring the heavens down Can make hell worth walking through They know every little thing about you The little secrets Those are the most important Loving someone other than them is not even comparable Who is going to accept you Especially when the you makes 2, 3, or 4 with children Love the one you love unconditionally If you have been hurt before Remember it was left in the life before This person gives you a new chance To live To love To die in their arms Give them all your best qualities Cause that is who you are When they lay down with you at night Look right in their eyes Tell them that you hope dreams come true Cause there is nothing better than being with you

Being Single Again
I feel kind of weird not being in relastionship, but sometimes, you gotta move on, when me and Ashley decided that we needed a break. I understood that she wasn't ready to be in a relationship because of her job for one and the fact that we grew apart, it make sense. Well since I am sinlge again I went to a club, as a single man, I wanted to try my fliting skills out and low and behold it works I wind up getting a phone number from one of the bridesmaids from a bachelorette group. Wow, I guess I still got it. Ladies, I am a free agent and I am looking foward to your propositions.

Being Caught
Getting Caught Midday interlude Park's edge as the birds sing Lover and I sit cuddling, beginning to make out Night brings the privacy of darkness Love and desire builds OO making love in Public A secluded bench On the opther side of Park's pond beckons, calls us to it We go, and begin our journey to Sexual bliss Creatures of the night pronounce their presence As we Kiss and caress Our bodies responding in intensity Hands invade each others' clothing Bodies harden, readied for desire and pleasure Breathing becomes erratic and short Nibbling, tasting each other fully Lovers fingers play a soft teasing tune On my throbbing manhood My fingers with purpose delicately search and exlore her moist Sex Tatsing our deklicousness From each others' fingers Fire and desire refuse to wait We bnegin to mount each other Sitting back on the bench Lover mounts, takes me like the AMazon Goddess she is As we begin that magick motion Lover becks my a

Being Equal
all right people, how many times have u heard that men are better than women? I have heard it way too many times. Women can do just as good, or even better job, than men at anything. I think that men are just too afraid that we will take over there jobs, so they come up with this line of crap to scare us away from jobs that we can do. We need to stand up to men and let them know that we can do just as good of a job as they can. We aren't a dog , or there pet, we are human being, and deserve to be treated equal, no matter what it is.

Being Single
Being single is like a double edged sword. A lot of days I like it, and others I begin to wonder exactly how I managed to be single most of my life. It gives me a complex and makes me think there must be something wrong with me. Yeah, I know I'm picky. I did have one girlfriend; it lasted about a week and a half. I was more chipper during that time period. In my typical scatterbrained frame of mind, this blog really has no point. I do that a lot. I'll invest time into writing something and discover afterwards that it makes no sense, goes off on tangents and has no fucking point at all. I think this blog definitely falls into that catagory. My mind must be restless.

Being Popular
Good Morning to my faithful blog readers ... "The MANY faithful" *cue the Peter Gabriel indy hit song "She's so popular" for added effect* Yesterday - to quote a famous Cajun Chef, "I kicked it up a little -BAM!" (eh, seriously ... I must of hit some freak frenzy when I posted my LC bulletin about my blog on here and three other sites) I was curious this morning how many hits I got for this out of the usual stunt may have got me ... wow! I noticed that "BLOGS" is now listed under the "TOP" this and that (blogs-cherries-photos-scores-bulletins are all listed in order) on the right top of my homepage. Checking it I found I'm the 16th most popular blog-poster (as of last night) I'm surprised, I didn't even know that I knew enough people on here to register so high on the popular chain. I've had my brushes of popularly here at "Lost Cherry" and a few other sites, (being 'Number One' on "OkCupid") Which had started out as a "Dating Site" (much like "Lost Cherry" starte

Being Single Really Hurts...
What I'm really curious about is, why is it so hard to find someone that you'd love to spend time with, hold hands with, be intimate with, and just grow old with? I've been single for several months now, [since 10/03/05], and I have to tell you, it really hurts... it hurts eating dinner alone, it hurts going to a movie alone, it hurts just going out for a drink alone, and it hurts sleeping alone... and I'm NOT talking about sex, but someone that you can snuggle up to at night, put your arms around, and go to sleep with, knowing that when you wake up in the morning, he/she will still be at your side. I'm not asking for the world, and Lord knows that I've certainly made mistakes, and that I'm no angel, but honestly folks, I'm not an evil person, and I've been able to learn from some of the worst mistakes I've ever made, but does ANYONE deserve to be forever alone for calls of poor judgement? I can't un-do the mistakes I've made, even though I really did try, and now I'm being mad

Being Alone Or Being Lonely (just My Opinion!!)
I've been in a writing mood recently because I have been approached or been in situations recently that have me thinking more about certain things. I don't know if it's the time of year, or something is in the air, but a lot of people, ESPECIALLY WOMEN, have came at me with this "Oh I'm so alone, I need somebody with me" stuff. And most of the times, my reply is, "That's life! You take the good with the bad". But more often than not, people opt for the bad, just so they won't be "alone". I've tried to be understanding and accomodating to such behavior, but I'm just tired of it. So I'll put it like this.....THERE IS A DIFFERENCE IN BEING ALONE, AND BEING LONELY! You can be in a room full of people and not be alone, but still feel lonely. You can be all by yourself, ALONE, and not feel lonely. So the easiest way to put it, if you feel lonely, that's YOU, not the lack of company. Loneliness is a desperate emotion. And when you're desperate, you will do desperate things to alleviate tha

Being Sick
Well I have a lot on my mind today. Im getting sick again and to make it worse my daughter is sick which isnt good for her. She is going in for open heart surgery on the 12th of October and getting sick right now isnt good for her. Hopefully all the meds they have her on right now will make her healthy enough for the surgery. Dealing with all this right now is making me go crazy. Well thats all for now!

Being John Malkovich
In a modern movie era where cliche films like "Happy Gilmore," "Star Wars: Episode I," and "Billy Madison" are popular occasionally a completely original film comes along like "Being John Malkovich." The movie stars very talented actors such as Cameron Diaz (Laudia), John Cusack (Craig), and John Malkovich (himself). The movie is a serious fantasy/drama placed in our own modern world. "Being John Malkovich" is one of the most original movies that we'll be remembering for years to come because of the plot, acting, and directing. The movie's plot concerns a struggling puppeteer, Craig who is forced to get a file clerk job because his mediocre career thus far in being a puppeteer is failing. One day at work, he discovers a hidden door within the office the building that leads into the head of John Malkovich. Craig tries to use the doorway to benefit himself throughout the movie, both personally and financially by selling ticket to ride through John Malkovich's head. Unfortunately, Cra

Being Sick Sucks
i cannot think.. i can hardly type.. i see bullitens i want to reply to and post to and I think if I tried I would likely screw something up... so manybe i will try later though some, if i replied to them would likely think.. wow.. this is a shocker... he replied. LOL nyquill is kicking my hiney too... gonna nap bye

Being There For You
Being There For You by Sandman My love for her it will be forever I promised her to work out the problems together If she ever needs me I'll give it my all And work out the troubles be they big or small I'll hold her when she's down And from her face I'll take her frown I only wish to make her see I'll give her nothing but honesty My goal in life is to make her smile And as for that I'd walk more than a mile If she ever needs anything all she need do is ask Because I feel that's an easy task I really do love her so There is nowhere I wouldn't go I'd cross deserts and mountains and even the sea Because with her is where I should be When I'm with her there's nothing to say Except I promise to love her each and every day Nothing could be more important to do Than just being there for you

Being A Military Girlfriend
As the days go by they only get closer to the time he walks out that door and never looks back. I fear that day might be the last day I see him ever again. With only small good byes and the tear stained marks. I cry now when I know he's safe in he's own bed. But it's the reality that he is leaving. After watching the videos and listening to the soldiers stories. You fear everything that man kind has made! This is my first time with a man in the military and it's the hardest thing I'll ever go through. Letting someone you've fallen in love with and care for walk right out the door. Knowing what he is walking into a war zone with a chance of never coming back. The questions run through my mind everyday. Am I sure that we're ready for this? Is he going to come back when he leaves? And this questions will always and forever remain unanswered. No one can look past the good things. It's always and will always be the hardest things that we have to think of. But I will always support my man an

Being An Indian
Being an Indian is not in the bloodline, but in the way of life." Being Indian is mainly in your heart. It's a way of walking with the earth instead of upon it. Mother Earth is not a resource, she is an heirloom."

Being Donniesbitch Lol
Just an update to inform everyone that i am not Donnies girl lol Donnie is a good friend of mine and a Boss of mine That Is It!!! I am single and have been for 3 Yrs now... I am proud of what i do and will change nothing about it or me =)) But Donnie has made me Roar and Nick too lol (didnt forget about you nicky Mwah) and they are who brought me here to all of you !!!! MUCH LOVE FOR ALL !!

Being Bored Sucks
ok i am really bored..There is nothing to do i took a shower because i was bored. wow. Someone talk to me do something!!!! help major help lol. I went for a joy ride today and well i went up in the bondocks of Mass, People call them the hick towns. Well it sucked... Now i know why i live in the city and not some hick place no pun intended towards anyone. I was up there got nasty looks People up there are so fucking rude. They do not like different people. Just because i dont dress like them or smell like cow shit does not mean i am a bad person.. They were like yelling and being rude. So my friend and i stop at a place and what not and iguess it was the wrong time because some hick girl that was chewing came up to me and told us to get out she was like u dont belong here so of course with my mouth i was like " well u dont belong here on the is earth" YEah big mistake she was like spitting her chew by my feet which by the way was fucking gross. and well needless to say she almost kicked

Being Me With Out You
NOW THAT WE R DONE I'M SAD TO SAD THAT I'M GOING TO MAKE IT THROUGH CUZ I'M BEING ME WITH OUT U WE FOUNF EACHOTHERS LOVE AND LOST IT NOW I HOPE I CAN STILL BE ME WITH OUT U BUT AS I SET HERE AND THINK ABOUT EVERYTHING I FINLY RELIZED THERE IS NO BEING ME WITH OUT YOU BECUSE ME WITH OUT JUST WONT WORK SO NOW I ASK U CAN YOU GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE TO BE ME WITH U

Being Elvis
When I became an Elvis impersonator, I did it for love of the music and the persana. What I didn't realy count on was the sex appeal that went with it. I have had only one relationship because of Elvis, but I have had a few nights where sweet older women throw thenselves at me. It was fun. But the most fun was the night I walked thru the MGM Grand Hotel in Vegas. Seemed like every bachelorette party we came by wanted to get their picture with Elvis. One day I'll get invited up to their party.

Being In The Void
Being in the Void My life has become a void, Drawing in those who are pure and innocent Them none the wiser as to who I am Than that of who I know myself to be. With the winds of change, I am there, Never staying long enough to learn. Truths of myself hidden behind my eyes, Even in the mirror of reconciliation. What does it take to know mysefl? Who has this answer, I seek, if not me? When will I surrender to that person And accept the gift I ask for? I fear that I will no longer grow Into the person I have always been. I will dwindle down to the root of insanity, Long enough to devour my heart with bloodied teeth, I shall end my reality. My soul sores about it all, With nothing to grasp, The abstract Idealisms within my fading body Remind me that Im still lost among this concrete Void that my mind creates of my being.

Being Ripped Off
RIPPED OFF I AM AWARE THAT ALL THE MEMBERS HERE ARE NOT US CITIZENS BUT MY BLOG MAINLY PERTAINS TO THEM, ALTHOUGH IT AFFECTS EVERYONE. FOR THE MONEY WE PAY THE POLITICIANS AND IN TAXES.WE SURE GET RIPPED OFF! WE GO TO A WAR FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS(IN IRAQ) NOT ONLY HAS IT COST OVER 350 BILLION DOLLARS AND COUNTING~~~ AND YET BILLIONS AND BILLIONS ARE UNACCOUNTED FOR~~~~IT HAS COST US OVER 3000 BRAVE US SOLGIERS OF THE LIVES AND ETERNALLY EFFECTED THEIR FAMILIES LIVES. MORE THAN 30,000 HAVE BEEN WOUNDED OR MAIMED FOREVER EFFECTING THEM AND THEIR FAMILIES. NOW THIS DOESN'T EVEN COUNT THOSE WHO ARE OVER THERE FIGHTING AND WILL HAVE TO COME BACK HOME AND ASSIMILATE BACK INTO SOCIETY.~~~~ AND TRUST ME THAT IS NOT EASY. I UNDERSTAND AFGHANISTAN FULLY AND WE NEEDED TO KILL THOSE EVIL ASSHOLES, BUT THEN WE LEFT BEFORE IT WAS DONE. REMEMBER KATRINA?? MOST RESIDENTS HAVE STILL NOT BEEN ABLE TO RE-ESTABLISH THEMSELVES. WHAT A FREAKING MESS OUR GOVERNME

Being Present And Accounted For
Flying Lesson #11 Anything in the world that you touch with your hands leaves a mark, leaving a record of your presence and activities. The pool of infintiy is like this world in that everything you say and do, and what you do not say and do not do, leaves a mark there. There is always an ancient record, an account, of your existence and activities, even if you are not conscious of it. This happens because God is conscious of you and is never asleep at the wheel of life. You can fly. I know you can. LT Being Present and Accounted For My poor daughter... (I'm grinning) ... I often think of what it must have been like for her growing up with me. "Be present. Be present." It must have been a long playing and never ending record in her head. "This is not a practice life and it's not a practice body. It's the real thing! Be present. Be present!" She'd come home from school and tell me about something that happened and I'd respond with, "And h

Being Frustrated At My 17 Year Old
I need to write about this and possibly get some feed back from folks about how to handle this situation. When I first moved back to Houston, I felt it was the right thing to do for my children's education. My son was the only boy in the 6th grade to make distinguished honor roll for the entire school year. Yeah! The next year he went out for the football team and made it. My thoughts were yeah, I don't have to pay for anymore little league/pop Warner football. The down side of it was and has been that boys from all walks of life are on the football team and some of them at that school had brothers who were in gangs where drugs are plentiful. T's desire to be part of the popular crowd lead him to start trying pot and alcohol at parties. The first time he got drunk he was only 13 and it scared him. I thought to myself, "Ok he tried it, didn't like it we are over it." About 2 years ago, another parent and I were discussing why she took her son out of the high scho

Being Betrayed Yet Again.....
thought it was all good you know me and my ex broke up and on good terms found out she was being a little poly about our relationship found out from my boys... sucks then my friends start to try and backstab me when i need them the most going through hell friends going to jail my other friends dying its rediculous....my life is hard but i keep going....dont any of you out there give up no matter what happens i wont. ill be damned if i let my life go to waste shout back if you feel me.

Being Real
for all u that r into someone have fun. but those who r not (WOMEN ONLY) and lookin for someone freakie and live n the detroit area holla at your man. but please no games b for real we grown adults. trix r for kids.

Being A Christian
Being a Christian is like being a pumpkin. God lifts you up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all the yucky stuff-- including the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc. Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see. This was passed on to me from another pumpkin. Now, it is your turn to pass it to a pumpkin. I liked this enough to send it to all the pumpkins in my patch. Happy Fall!

Being Piscean
[This is a piece I wrote for an old blog I had some years ago. I hope you enjoy it.] We see them come We see them go Some are fast And some are slow. Some are high and some are low. Not one of them is like another Don't ask us why Go ask your mother. - "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish"Dr. Seuss It's not easy being a fish. It's even harder being two of them. I often find myself torn between dual natures; emotional drives and logical thinking, intuition and fact. My brain and my heart are rarely in agreement on anything. I feel something, and I think another. And too often I choose the wrong voice to follow; either I let my heart lead, and all sorts of calamity befalls me, or I do what I consider the 'sensible' thing and end up looking like an insensitive fool. I find myself resentful of others' good fortunes. I see plenty of insensitive, self-centered people with nice homes, nice cars, nice mates, and I often wonder if, were I to become that shallow, if I

Being A Father
So I found out that my soldier is pregnant and im going to be a Father again I dont know how to take it im happy but I dont want to hurt her career in any way I love my soldier and am so proud of her she will be a great mom

Being A Man
It’s a Guy Thing (Or is it the Perils of Having a Penis?) I am in one of my “Andy Rooney” type of moods here and I thought I would share with you some of my thoughts and perhaps maybe even give you a good chuckle at the same time even if it may be at my expense, I have no problem with that, through the years not only do I poke fun at other people and things, I have also learned to be able to poke fun at myself as well. A word of caution is in order here; some of what you are about to read may be a little graphic and could be termed "chauvinistic" as well. Please do NOT take offense at what you may read, it is not intended as an insult. These are mostly just observations that I have made. And to those women out there who have survived abusive relationships or have been sexually abused, rest assured that my heart truly goes out to you for having to survive those ordeals. Anyhow, as you all know, we have "The Vagina Monologues" but what about "The Dick Dialogues

Being Me
Being me Being me can be a bitch On top of the world one day Down the next Part of me says stay in the shadows Part me says go to the light Being me can be a bitch Showing love to all And feeling some days as if I get none back Feeling friends pain feeling there joy Yeah being me can be a bitch So just be glad your not me Not really being part of anything Always on the edge Looking in In the shadows in the light Yes being me can be a bitch. Caty

Being Taught A Lesson
Original Author Unknown There can’t be anything worse than being 18 and having your mother catch you fucking your boyfriend right? Wrong. Mom caught us alright, but she not only caught me, but she caught my friend, Ann, too. We were both in my bed, with my boyfriend. She walked in just after Jim came in Ann’s pussy, and Ann continued to suck my clit for about 10 seconds before she was aware that, as she put it, "the jig was up." Mom was pretty cool, since we were both 18, and Jim was 20. But she made Jim leave, and then told us to meet her in the living room after we got ourselves dressed. Mom and Dad divorced when I was eight, so she had taken the time to explain sex to me at an early age, and even get me on "the pill" when I turned 15, telling me that she wasn’t condoning sex at an early age, but she knew all too well what urges would be stirring within me. Mom was only 17 when I was born, and she didn’t want me to go through the same things. Now, I was afraid that her

Being A Princess Is A Hard Job But Someone's Gotta Do It!
Ok guys! I am in the LC Princess Contest. All you have to do is go rate my pic. Comment if you want but its not necessary. I would like you all to vote for me cuz I think I would be a great Princess. I am smart, kinda cute and I have good manners. I am diplomatic and umm...I know if theres a pea under my mattress. I cannot sing but thats ok..singing princesses can be quite annoying. Even I have wanted to kill the little mermaid on numerous occasions and sleeping beauty too...that poor bird. So ya you should make me and LC Princess.. I may not be the prettiest chick in the contest but hey brains before beauty right? And Imma smart chickie... I won't let you down!

Being Original Is What I Do Best
hey this is me the one and only original gurl you will ever met so listen up i know some of ya'll don't know me but trust im the best at being myself i don't put on a fake for noone im just as kool and calm and collected and if you want me to stay that way don't piss me off cause you will get cut naw seriously i will but anyways so enjoy your gurl and this outragrous body and enjoy me the original sweet heart that i am

Being Transgendered
BEING TRANSGENDERED Being trans is a state of mind Being Trans is a state of body From the wonderful Cross dressers To the pre op girl or to the post ops sister or brother. For we are many we are varied in who we are Some of us are models some of us are firemen police officers soldiers doctors lawyers teachers some own a business some are actors some are scientists and some of us work that oldest of professions yes you know the one. We have many wonderful names that we are called sometimes used as insults SHEMALE TRANNY AND LADYBOY Come to mind For we are here we are there we are everywhere Ah you scratch your head I see brothers you are asking? Yes to be Trans includes women who wish to become male! they are few but they are here to, so you see to be Trans is a state of mind as well as body

Being King Or Queen Cherry??
I've noticed this site is full of ego monsters... it cracks me up to see all these people that want Cherry Points and have to beg for 10's on there pictures to be something.. wow Seems like a cool site really but come on folks, being top Cherry? Who really gives a fuck? There are some beautiful peeps on here for sure, so who are you trying to prove it to? Yourself? Me...... I know I'm top dog in my world and thats all that matters to me.. don't need any cherries to prove that.....lol Ok my first blog........ what the hell does blog stand for anyways?

Being A Single Mother.
I am a single mother of 2 boys. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, and they come before anything and everyone. Being a single parent isn't easy. It's hard to date b/c most men can't quite grab the concept that you don't always have a babysitter, or they just aren't really interested in someone who already has kids. You learn to juggle your life and the things you need to do. I am always a referee, a nurse, a secretary, a cook, and a maid. I spend days cleaning house, and my nights cooking, doing laundry, and helping with homework. It would be nice to have someone around to share the responsibility with. But that is a life of a single parent....lol not much to it...lol

Being Blocked
Your choice to block me i dont care you didnt want me on your friends list anymore and i was keeping your wishes you neednt have blocked me personally i find it kinda amusing so i became your fan i needed a good laugh today thank you have a nice life hun

Beings
“All beings dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.” -T.E. Lawrence “Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” -Edgar Allen Poe

Being A Sub
i've been sitting here reading through O/our comments and messages and am noticing a pattern. It seems to me, at least, that when some; not all, guys see how i've chosen to live....they automatically think that i'm up for grabs! i am NOT a toy, nor am i for just anyone to think that they can "order" me to do whatever their little minds want to think of! i chose to be a submissive a long time ago. This has been one of the most rewarding things i've ever done. But, it has had it's drawbacks. i've lost friends over this lifestyle. i've even inadvertantly cost my Master a friend. i love being who and what i am, and am extremely proud of being my Master's possession. i've never felt so cared for, safe, protected, and loved. He cherishes me the way someone chereishes something priceless. To Him, i AM priceless. So the next time one of these ignorant men think that just because i wear a collar around my neck....Remember, there is a Man behind that collar. It signifies His ownersh

Being Prepared
Being prepared I beleive in being prepared, because anything could happen, from winning the lottery, to a nuclear world war, even though people want to be prepared for the best thing to happen, they should also be prepared for the worst. Johnathen Allen Forcum Copyright ©2006 Johnathen Allen Forcum

Being Single
Being single can sometimes be a good thing i guess be able to do what ya want and go where ya want. But it can also be lonely and i hate being lonely i hoping someday i will meet the man of my dreams and finally be with that special someone i have been longing to find in my life. Here is a song that reminds me of an ex i had who was a part of my life til things got turned around and we arent together any longer But days go by i do miss him alot and we still remain friends as always It's 3 AM and I finally say I'm sorry for acting that way I didn't really mean to make you cry Oh baby, sometimes I wonder why Does it always have to come down To you leaving Before I'll say "I love you" Why do I always use the words That cut the deepest When I know how much it hurts you Oh baby why, do I do that to you I know I'd never let you walk away So why do I push you 'til you break And why are you always on the verge of good-bye Before I'll show you how I

Being Proud
Being proud is a part of being who you want to be. We are living in a time where people who run our daily lives have forgotten that, they are turning their noises up at the views of its white population. If you are a white person living in this day and age, and you are proud then you are automatically labeled a racists or a bigot. But I step back and take a look at other races and I wonder, why is it that they are taught to have pride in their race, in fact why are they encouraged to go around spreading their views, when we are discouraged from doing anything close to such. We walk down the street with our shaven heads and doc marten or combat boots, or our white robes and show one ounce of pride in our working class roots, and we have glances of disgust and hatred shot our way, they are praised and even idolized, we face possible jail time if we so much as speak a “derogatory” or “racists” remark while in a fight, they are allowed to call us what they feel. They can rape, murder

Being A Mom
Being A Mom We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she wi

Being A Smart Ass
Two couples were playing poker one evening. John accidentally dropped some cards on the floor. When he bent down under the table to pick them up, he noticed Bill's wife Sue wasn't wearing any underwear under her dress! Shocked by this, John upon trying to sit back up again, hit his head on the table and emerged red-faced. Later, John went to the kitchen to get some refreshments. Bill's wife followed and asked, "Did you see anything that you liked under there?" Surprised by her boldness, John courageously admitted that, well indeed he did. She said, "Well, you can have it but it will cost you $500." After taking a minute or two to assess the financial and moral costs of this offer, John confirms that he is interested. She tells him that since her husband Bill works Friday afternoons and John doesn't, John should be at her house around 2 p.m. Friday afternoon. When Friday rolled around, John showed up at Bill's house at 2 p.m. sharp and after paying Sue the agreed sum of $500

Being Proud Of Who I Am
"Being Indian is a attitude,a state of mind,a way of being in harmony with all things an all beings. It is allowing the heart to be the distributor of energy on the planet: to allow feelings and sensitivities to determine where energy goes: bringing aliveness up from the Earth and from the Sky, putting it in and giving it out from the heart." ~Brooke Medicine eagle~

Bein A Nympho (good Or Bad)
All my ex's & new woman I date say I have a problem cuz Im a nympho they say I want it 2 much, they all say dont get them wrong what we do & how we do it the best but 3 or 4 times a day iz 2 much, I dont think so, so I would like other woman's thoughts on tha matter, and keep it real wit ya boy dont suger coat it im harder than that. ;)

Being Sick Blows Ass
So yea for the past like 4-5 days Ive veen sick. It all started off from me being hot, so I turned my fan on.. Well I fell asleep with it on and and I ended up getting sick.. Yay Go Sarah.. haha. So Yea I was getting better till Saturday came around.. I went out with Mandy and got into a bunch of shit, screamed, flicked people off, hung out of the camaro, the usual shit.. and yea.. I lost my voice on Sunday from it.. Im getting slowly better. Right now my stomach just hurts.. Gahhh. I go back to work tomorrow. .BOOOOO.. lol. Im also redying my hair black so yea, keep checking for new pics.. Prob will take new ones tomorrow after work =) -- Rah Rah --

Being Blind
Everyday i wounder when you will see who i truely am. I sit here and look at your pics. I think to my self that if only you could see me things would be better. I sigh and go to bed sleep like hell and wake up at 4 am crying. you never ask me once during the day if im ok but you dont care if you hurt me.I try to be here for you and i try to love you. I hope you never love me and i hope you cry for once.

Being Away
Sorry to all that i've been away. My dad's been in the hospital. To those of you that don't know my story, my dad has spent the past year almost going thru chemo and radiation. His immune system is still not up to par. In fact it's almost still at zero. It's been about 3 months since he's finished his treatments. He went into the hospital on Mon. He thought he was having a heart attack. After bloodwork and testing, it came back that he has pneumonia in his left lung. He's doing good now and is expected to make a full recovery. He's out of the hospital now. This is why i haven't been on in a while. Thanks for your patience and understanding. love to all. Larayna

Being In Love
MySpace Comments The best things in life are really free. Feelings of love. The best medicine for anyone is know they are truely loved and spending their life with the one person that has captured their heart forever. Love is blind but when u open up ur eyes and finally see that it was standing right in front of u the whole time its the biggest surprise and the best reward.. *~* forever and always in love*~*

Being Proud
Being Proud Being proud is a part of being who you want to be. We are living in a time where people who run our daily lives have forgotten that, they are turning their noises up at the views of its white population. If you are a white person living in this day and age, and you are proud then you are automatically labeled a racists or a bigot. But I step back and take a look at other races and I wonder, why is it that they are taught to have pride in their race, in fact why are they encouraged to go around spreading their views, when we are discouraged from doing anything close to such. We walk down the street with our shaven heads and doc marten or combat boots, or our white robes and show one ounce of pride in our working class roots, and we have glances of disgust and hatred shot our way, they are praised and even idolized, we face possible jail time if we so much as speak a “derogatory” or “racists” remark while in a fight, they are allowed to call us what they feel. They ca

Being Sick
Really sucks, I'm sure you all know this however for the past 3 days I've been really bad, just yesterday I went into the doctors they did the normal stuff checking my blood pressure an taken my temp which was pretty high, well once the doc gets into the room he checks my ears an then asks me to open my mouth in which I did an he stood back and said Jaime have you seen your throat yet and of course I replied with a yes, It's got puse bags in the back and hurts like hell he gave me some meds thats really kicking my ass....lol... Ones called clarithromycin and the other hydrocodone for the pain. Anyways I'm hoping to start feeling better soon cause I've got sick little ones on my hands now and to be sick at the same time as they are I'm not really any good to them...

Being Honest
well I was completely honest with CCL and it did hurt very much,especially when no matter what I said or how much I cried, All he could say was he was sorry he didn't mean to lead me on.... well with that i don't know, He says he wants to continue to be friends and build on that, BUT what does that mean in the male language seriously! I told him I couldn't allow that! I can't go from being enemys to being friends to being lovers to being friends again, I just am not built that way... he says he will not ever give up on me, ummmmmm so what does that mean again in the male language? I wanted so much from this whole thing, only to have non of it fulfilled in the least..... To hear him say he is sorry makes things a little better but I am a so show me kinda girl...... words are just that words it takes actions to convince a lady that has been scorned, does it not! I am getting better though I didn't answer his call twice today but I did call him back once. but i did miss he

Being In Love
How You Are In Love You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often. You tend to take more than give in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You're secretly hoping your partner will change for you. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard. How Are You In Love?

Being To New!
hey whats going on to every one out there! first of all merry christmas! secound i'm new to this whole cherry thing so i'm trying to come up with some friends and get more points so i can do more things. so for christmas all i want is more points. if you can help me out than do what you can! well thanks you and happy holidays! and soon i'll get better pictures up here for all you peoples. thanks!

Being Shy During Sex!!
Do you beleive that sex is a taboo for some guys?? Lol this guys really exist. Some guys get mentally stuck, don't know what to do when gurlz get excited and begins to be creative. What do you think??? Could sex be off limits? Do you think Sex is a serious thing? Do you make your Fantasy already? What do you think about this>> TweakupMyspace.com

Being Fake
last night wasn't a goodnight at all for me. I was attacked from people trying to say that i'm a fake and that i'm gay last night. i've been called of all this for so many yrs now. even though i am real and not gay at all. A couple of months ago i had to prove that i drew the drawings of someone on here. but the person that was on here was a fake and was using someones pics from myspace. the person that was being used is only 16 yrs old, almost 17 now. but she looks older then that though. Her mom told me that someone sent her the drawings that she suppose to have done. so i said to her that it wasn't her at all though, it was me that drew them. so i took a couple of pics using my web cam to prove my self. so now i have to prove my self once again. which is really b/s though. i did salute, but that wasn't the right one though. so i did another one then. i guess this one wont be good enough too. lol. for all the haters out there, that don't like me. get the fu

Being Bored
Hey girls and guys.. I had to wake up at 4 this morning bc my husband had to be at work by 5 and I couldnt go back to sleep!! Doesnt that just suck! So I'm just on this website uploading photos and listening to music.. If anyone wants to see my myspace page the addy is www.myspace.com/amandaandcharles enjoy!!!! Oh and I love Charles! Hehehhehehhe...

Being Scottish
You can properly pronounce McConnochie, Ecclefechan Milngavie, Sauchiehall, St Enoch, Auchtermuchty and Aufurfuksake. You actually like deep fried battered pizza from the chippie. You get four seasons in one day. You can't pass a chip/kebab shop wayoot slavering when your pished. You can fall aboot pished wayout spilling yer drink. You see people wearin shell suits with burberry accessories ..... pure class! lol You measure distance in minutes. You can understand Rab C Nesbitt and know characters just like him, maybe in your own family. You can make whole sentences just with swear words. You know what haggis is made from and still like eating it. You've been at a wedding and football scores are announced in the Church/Chapel. You aren't surprised to find curries, pizzas, kebabs, fish n chips, irn-bru, fags and nappies all in the one shop. Your holiday home at the seaside has calor gas under it. A big flash car has a ned at the wheel.

Being Thirdty- Something
BEING THIRDTY- SOMETHING They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn`t know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren`t exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don`t recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren`t really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You

Being New Here
Hey everyone. i just want to thank all you people out there for the love your sending my way. this site is really new to me and differnt so im not on here much and it wasnt what i expected, but definitely flattering ill say. i will comment when i can on here. if you really want to catch me. im at myspace.com enter my email and you can tell me something.. email..acidbathchik_luv69@yahoo.com holla -Tal

Being Too Nice?
So I'm curious - does it really pay to be nice? I find it interesting that if you are sweet and nice on here you don't really have people chat with you but if you act all slutty or beg for people to come check you out - they come from all the corners of the world! Yes I know I'm not the "model" female but I'm sweet as hell! I started thinking bout this because I was debating on whether or not to start whining bout my upcoming birthday and see if I got "cool" gifts or even a blast bought for me! But then I realized I'm just a sweet and innocent (no laughing those of you who know me!) girl and it's beneath me to do that! So lots of love to the friends I have and actually keep in touch with me! Mwah!

Being Cautious Of Rebounding Relationships!
In reading a posting of another member who was sharing his joys and concerns of his past decision to dissolve a marriage and move forward in a relationship that he found nearly a month later, I felt compelled to respond in the following manner: "My only word of advice is to walk carefully. You don't want to be falling for her just because you are dissolving your marriage. It is easy to rebound in another relationship -- sometimes they work; sometimes they don't. In a divorce recovery group I attended in San Antonio back nearly 8 years ago, they recommended that we didn't get involved in another relationship for another 2 years. It was recommended that we try to group date to help keep us to that word and we did just that, which was interesting in itself because we developed friendships that have lasted for a long time. I found someone 2 years later that was very good to me. Unfortunately, he died on me (having a heart attack) about 2 years after that. The blessing out o

Being Bored
Hey im doing ok just bored. Sucks when you are injured and can't work. Well it give me time to catch up with things around the house update my profile on here so if ur reading this rate a few pics and I will get back to you asap thanx.

Being An American
The year is 1907.....but the speaker knew what he was talking about. Theodore Roosevelt's ideas on Immigrants and being an AMERICAN in 1907. "In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person's becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American...There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn't an American at all We have room for but one flag, the American flag.. We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language... and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people." Theodore Roosevelt 1907 Every American citizen needs to read this!

Being Nice
I wish I could stop being TOO nice. I am willing to bend over backwards for people and that scares them. Everyone always looks for the ulterior motive. I realize that no one expects a person to be nice simply because it comes naturally. I would change it if I could. I have tried but as soon as I am in the situation the nicety comes flooding out.

Being Brand New At This
wow there is so much to learn here ,i understand blogging but im just not sure where to change things how to add music where to get music back grounds i found out are called skins but where do the graphics go and how do you meet people? hmmm ill go check out the loudges and when i hear a camara click is that photos updted? wow lots going on here oh and what is my shout box?

Being New
Being new to this site is a difficult task if i may say so. You have to pound peoples pages and rate and rate and rate and leave comments and comments to get ability's to do stuff on the site. Which is a good thing, cuz it will filter out lurkers and keep people that wish to support the site. good stuff here. BTW

Being With Someone Younger Or Older Than You...
sbharleyrider@ CherryTAP commented in my blog, Men Preference of Thicker Women or Skinnie Minnies that women want younger men. I am not so sure about that.... after all, my first husband was 7 years older than myself .... my second husband was 4 years younger than myself... my third husband (God rest his soul) was 4 years older than myself... and, when I was 46, I dated a guy for a year that was 16 years younger than myself (until he decided that he couldn't handle dating someone that was only 5 years younger than his parents). Now, pulling on my heart strings is a guy that is just about the same as age as myself. I am not sure that I would agree that women want younger men -- especially, any more than men want younger women. While some women and men might share that concept, it would be unjust to say that all women and men do. It may be, in fact, that only a small percentage of women and men might desire the youthful nature of a younger partner, especiall

Being Straight Edge
Being Straight Edge is not about some 90-degree angle on a piece of paper. It's about being a person of self-pride, self-discipline, and dignity. I became a follower of the Straight Edge lifestyle when I was in high school in the early 1990s. When other kids my age were starting to experiment with things like smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol, and taking recreational drugs, I found myself hanging out with a close knit group of a few friends doing the things we enjoyed together, and simply had fun in each other's company. We had fun talking and joking around with each other without having to indulge ourselves in things like smoking and drinking and drugs. I found out that you could have a good time and enjoy life's simple pleasures without giving in to peer pressure and following the crowd and copying what other people do. Instead, I chose to become Straight Edge. I chose not to drink alcohol. I chose not to smoke cigarettes. I chose not to do drugs. I chose to remain a virgin. St

Being Used And You Not Having The Balls To Say Thats All You Want From Me
case and point: lets say boy meets girl... boy thinks girl is cool... boy is a very sexual person but in a respectful non-dog way... boy doesnt jump into relationships because he believes in putting 110% into it...and its hard to do that when you barely know a person... boy tells girl all of this and warns them, though ima sexual person i dont have to fuck you to be friends with you...sex isnt really that serious and if you are gonna do it...do it because you want to and not because of what you think you can get out of it romantically... girl says ok...and proceeds to fuck boy... girl feels guilty so she wants to clear her conscience by either pretending to not really care and just want sex but really want a relationship but is settling for whateva she cant get OR claims she likes boy but just wants the boys dick and doesnt want to feel guilty about it... BE REAL WITH ME! Ima big boy i can handle it...im not going to break...i got no problem being used as l

Being Open With Someone
I have been open with someone special and everytime i think i will be ahppy im always tunred away back into darkness but i really hope this one works. inside im crying and wishing to die but yet i still push forward.

Being Sad
So, as I sit here on the internet looking at Cherry tap I am reminded of my family I miss. I was reading another blog I had posted. My poem from my mother. It made me cry the day she handed it to me. And again today. Out of nowhere I was flooded with thoughts of her and the other family members I miss so dearly. My mother who passed away May 9,2001, My Father March 21,2003 and My Sister Tracy July 29,2006. I miss all of the terribly and am sad today about this. I have no regrets about them. I loved them and they knew it everyday that they were alive. I hope that they know it now. I think of myself as a good person. I think I owe most of that to them. Growning up with my family was a blessing. Loving parents and siblings. I had/have an amazing family. I am the baby of 5 children and my sisters took care of me alot when I was young. They taught me alot. My Mother taught who I wanted to become. My Father taught me to be strong. I just wish they could have known me as the woman I am today.

Being From The South, Or Living In The South
> THINGS I HAVE LEARNED LIVING IN THE SOUTHERN PART OF THE UNITED STATES > OF AMERICA: > 1. Possums sleep in the middle of the road with their feet in the air. > > 2. There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 of them live in the south. > > 3. There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 of them live in the > south, plus a couple no one's seen before. > > 4. If it grows, it sticks; If it crawls, it bites. > > 5. "Onced" and "Twiced" are words. > > 6. It is not a Shopping cart, it is a buggy. > > 7. Fire ants consider your flesh as a picnic. > 8. People actually grow and eat okra. > > 9. "Fixinto" is one word. > > 10. There is no such thing as "lunch". There is only dinner and then > there is supper. > > 11. Ice tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it > when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar! > > 12. Backards and forwards means "I know everything about you." > > 13. The word "Jeet" is actually a phrase meaning "Did you

Being From --or Living In- The South
(as reposted from a bulletin) > THINGS I HAVE LEARNED LIVING IN THE SOUTHERN PART OF THE UNITED STATES > OF AMERICA: > 1. Possums sleep in the middle of the road with their feet in the air. > > 2. There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 of them live in the south. > > 3. There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 of them live in the > south, plus a couple no one's seen before. > > 4. If it grows, it sticks; If it crawls, it bites. > > 5. "Onced" and "Twiced" are words. > > 6. It is not a Shopping cart, it is a buggy. > > 7. Fire ants consider your flesh as a picnic. > 8. People actually grow and eat okra. > > 9. "Fixinto" is one word. > > 10. There is no such thing as "lunch". There is only dinner and then > there is supper. > > 11. Ice tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it > when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar! > > 12. Backards and forwards means "I know everything about you." > > 13. The word "Jeet"

Being Greatful
We have no right to ask, when sorrow comes, Why did this happen to me? unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way. --Philip S. Bernstein All of us have reasons to be grateful. Usually, the word implies we have received something. We often think of gratitude as that warm feeling we get from someone else's generosity. We are particularly grateful when we get unexpected gifts from those who owe us nothing. Within a family, we expect such acts of love because we are close to one another. But gratitude doesn't always come from being a receiver. Gratitude is warmest when it accompanies the joy of being able to give without expecting anything in return. We find it isn't enough to feel grateful. We have to express our gratitude by showing kindness and service to everyone around us. Gratitude is the greatest of all heart-openers. When it enters the heart, love pours out. For every kindness we receive, gratitude inspires a hundred acts of giving. Butt

Being A Lover !
It was a snowy night, and we sat in the cold of my Bronco talking to each other. He was my best friend, and I was in love with him. I was struggling so hard to ignore this feeling of want between us. I couldn't deserve someone like him. He surpassed even my dreams. How could I be worthy? Fighting the feelings that were brewing inside of me, I looked over at him, and asked him if I could sit in his lap. Smiling, he welcomed me over and nestled me into his chest. He was holding me so protectively. We began to kiss very slowly, but intimately. Twining my fingers in his hair, I felt his hand lower to my crotch exerting a small pressure. I began to push against his chest, and felt hardness pressing into me. I reached around, and unzipped his pants to grasp him. He touched my breasts, then my lips before unbuttoning my pants. He then slipped a hand inside of them. I pulled back and he assured me that this didn't have to happen if I didn't want it to. I did though. I loved him, and needed

Being A Military Wife
Being a Military Wife The average age of the military wife is in her 20's. She is barely old enough to buy a beer, but is old enough to manage a whole household on her own and maybe she has a kid or two. She probably never saw herself loving a man who was in the military, but she loves him regardless. Her penmanship has improved over the last few months, due to the excessive letter writing she has been doing. She cries alot,because she misses the man she swore to love. Her life isn't complete without him. She looks very tired, because of her many nights without sleep, due to a late night phone call that never came or a call that came and kept her up all night, just because she heard his voice, she is too overjoyed to sleep. As a wife, she is classified as a dependent, but she is totally independent. She tends to her household, her kids, her school work, and her job, all without her husband. She manages to wear a smile, even though inside shes crying. She understands that the

Being Sick Sucks
Not that anyone cares, but I am just so tired of it. I've been sick for almost 3 weeks and no I haven't gone to the doctor because I don't have insurance so the next time someone says to me, "Go to the doctor." I am going to say, "Sure. You're paying, right?" And being sick all this time this is the first day I have called in sick to work, though I did leave early one day about 2 weeks ago. So here I am at home, sick, bored and feeling drained. Somebody save me! Plus I hate feeling like this because I feel so damn un-cute...and I sure as hell don't feel sexy. This better go away soon, especially since I am due back in Indianapolis in about 2 weeks, and I really miss my guy. :( I want to feel all better when I see him, so we can have some fun...lots of fun...if you know what I mean *wink* I really should go to the store, I need more medicine and tissues. Umm, but I think first I need to get my lazy dirty ass into the shower. heh :P And I am now done complaining.

Being There For You
My love for you it will be forever I promised you to work out the problems together If you ever needs me I'll give it my all And work out the troubles be they big or small I'll hold you when your down And from your beautiful face I'll take the frown I only wish to make you see I'll give you respect and honesty My goal in life is to make you smile And as for that I'd walk more than a mile If you ever need anything all you need do is ask Because I feel that's an easy task I really do love you so There is nowhere I wouldn't go I'd cross deserts and mountains and even the sea Because with you is where I should be When I'm with you there's nothing to say Except I promise to love you each and every day Nothing could be more important to do Than just being there for you ...

Being A True Mommy And Sister
God I know I seem like the most disinterested person here but I am not. I have had a hell of a month I am currently helping plan and get my sisters wedding finished for next weekend and Lovingly been active in my kids education. Anyone who knows me knows family always comes first and they can also tell you I am driving myself nuts by running a 20 hour workday right now with everything I am doing. I will be on here a few times a day where i egt a break but if you need to catch me sooner leave amessage with my husband he is the only guy in my fmaily on my profile he will let me know you are wanting to talk and i will get back tou you quickly. Love ya guys and i have missed being on here the way i used to be. Lots of love, Liz

Being Southern
SOUTHERN CHARM Two nicely dressed ladies happen to start up a conversation during an endless wait in the LAX airport. The first lady was an arrogant California woman married to a wealthy man. The second was a well mannered elderly woman from the South. When the conversation centered on whether they had any children the California woman started by saying, "When my first child was born, my husband built a beautiful mansion for me." The lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that precious?" The first woman continued, "When my second child was born, my husband bought me a beautiful Mercedes-Benz." Again, the lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that precious?" The first woman continued boasting, "Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet." Yet again, the Southern lady commented, "Well, isn't that precious?" The first woman then asked her companion, "What did your husband buy for you when you had your firs

Being A Mother
BEING A MOTHER After 21 years of marriage, My wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you, "I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, t

Being Stalked...seriously
My husband and I went to throw our paper route tonight only to discover a very serious problem... We were being stalked. Two nights in a row this white car has sat in the same Del Taco parking lot as us. When we leave, they would appearantly leave. Tonight after we finished folding our papers and started to leave, they left, but going a different way...though kind of fast. As we were driving down Main Street I could see them on the back streets, driving rather fast to keep up with us. As we turned down the street we needed to get on, we thought we were okay and it was just a fluke thing. Threw the first paper, than suddenly we had this white car come racing up behind us and got on our ass. Didnt put a blinker on or anything even though we were crossing 3rd Street. Got to the second house and started to pull into the drive way.... the white car got on our ass again, but kept going, stopped for longer than usual at the stop sign, than went ahead.... to 5th Street where they suddenly

Being Awakened For Sex...
Talking to a friend the other night. She was complaining about her bf always waking her up in the middle of the night by touching her in certain places on her breasts and "you know, down there". She was asking me if that were normal? She wanted to get some sleep and he was just constantly touching her sporadically throughout the night. Now, this is the guy that she was planning to marry someday and had known for a long time before that. She wanted to know if that was being abusive. I am saying to myself, "Heck, I would give anything to have a boyfriend in my bed who would be touching me. I'd welcome that!" Then, came the dreaded question. What would you do, if it were you??? Now, I was being forced to give my opinion in a crowded area of other folks about a sexual preferences. I so wanted to blurt out I would awaken gently and turn around so that we could make wild passionate love. Instead, I said, "This isn't about me though. Who is to say that my reaction woul

Being Poor Sucks Ass
You know, the longer I can't find a job, the more and more I get pissed off about it. There's supposed to be hundreds of thousands of jobs out there for people to have (according to commercials, lol), and yet it's like none are near my town. It sucks. I need money to pay bills, and I need money to fix my car, but I can't get money until I get a job. It's a viscious viscious cycle, and I'm hoping to end it soon. SO! Everybody keep your fingers crossed and maybe I'll get a job soon. *crosses fingers* Oh, and there's two possibilities right now because I know people at the stores, so I'm hoping they go through.

Being Loved
"Love is patient,love is kind, love is gentle and hard to find.Love is beautiful,and never lies, and then there is true love, which never dies!!" "To love someone is one thing, but for that someone to love you back is special." "To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides" "Love is not the awnser--yes is the awnser, love is the question" "The love in your heart wasn't put there to stay because love isn't love until you give it away!" "Find confidence in your heart, and let it be your guide. Strive even harder toward your dreams, and they won't be denied" "We all have big changes in our life that are more or less a second chance." "ya know what the good thing about pain is? it lets you know you're still alive" "Seize the moment and live every day like it was your last"

Being The Nice Guy
Here it is.. My Thoughts for today... After being passed over, And Taken advantage of by women I feel and will not necessary ever become this Type of person but I must atleast leave any women that May read this with These thoughts.. Why Shold I be a Nice Guy.. Im almost 30 years old and ive been doing the same thing for the last 14 years with women...My mother Taught me that its only right to treat someone your interested in and Any woman in Particular with the upmost most respect. So I adopted these old school ways of thinking for whomever im dating or interested in Friendship wise or more.. 1. I bring flowers on a First Date. (After careful questioning I find out what they like.) 2. I BUY Dinner. (No I dont expect anything in return I do not do this for sex Never have Nor will I ever.) 3. I Always Open Car Doors Or Any Door for that matter. 4. I meet any Family or Friends they may have. (Why not talk to anyone related they have a right to know who theyre Daughter

Being Sick
Is a pain in the ass! It really is. I got sick yesterday out of no were. I got that like scratchy sore throat, then sickness headace, then got a fever last night. I was frezing though and had to put on warm clothes and wrap up in two blankets! I was still shivering to. I am really weak and barely have any energy. I'm just sitting here feeling like shit. I need to get some more rest and some more drugs. I am gonig to curl up with my cosmo and some soup right now though.

Being A Watery Element
The moon is related to the Picses, which emcompasses the most ephemeral in human nature, the desire to unite with the cosmic consciousness. The twelfth sign of the zodiac, Picses is the emotional and intuitive. Ruled by Neptune, it is linked with the creativity, psychic ability, empathy, illusions, poetic sensibilities. Picses represents self - sacrifice for a higher cause. It also shows the soul's struggle with the imperfections of the material plane. Its symbol -- the two fish swimming in opposite directions -- suggests the dichotomy between the material and spiritual realms. The sign's dual image represents the finite conciousness on the one side, and the infinite conciousness of the universe, or cosmic conciousness, on the other side. The connecting point in our earth, where the spiritual and material aspects of being meet. One of the fish stands for the physical body, with all its limitations and mortality; the second fish is the soul and its invisible world where boundaries do n

Being A Girl...
It must be fucking nice! Guys trippin all over themselves jus to talk to you. You can pick and choose who you want to talk to and talk shit to the rest for fun! Being a guy, girls all look at you as some freaky pervert or something. Like you are trying to fuck them with your eyes all the time or something. I mean obviously, there ARE people out there like that, but it has nothing to do with their gender... Its a mind set! I am sooo not like that! I am jus a real person... Whever kids, I am jus venting! But I have led a few friends to CT. 1 guy and 3 girls. the guy, actually "works @ it" and has made little progress, the 3 girls, could give a shit! THEY are all higher level cherry than I am! I referred their asses! WTF?! I am done ranting, thanks for readin if you got this far :P

Being Played For A Fool
Getting played doesn't just have to purtain to "relationships". You could be played for a fool at your workplace. People could push jobs off on you when you don't really want them. I am only a temp and was told that I would start training to be a "back-up Material Handler" (one that does the job when the other one isn't there). The other material handler never misses..so I would have to learn all this information and remember it until that one time that he wasn't there. W.T.F Other things that got me pissed was that I was training people to do the job that I had done since I walked in the plant that first day. This person hired in as full-time. It wasn't her fault, I understand that...it was the fault of the "human resources" (ha,ha) of the company. Well the next part of them "playing me is training me to drive a forklift. Its not that I don't want to drive a forklift. Its not that I never have driven one before. I just don't want to do the job and them training me would mean they a

Being Dominant 2
Being Dominant 2 personal view by Ed Nowak Presented in an IRC discussion on #submission_discuss on EFnet, May 11, 1997. Ed Nowak (EdNowak@sprynet.com) Thank you all very much for coming. I want to preface this by saying that this is a highly personal perspective. I have no pretense that my views are any sort of definition of dominance/submission. I will simply present the personal account of my intellectual and spiritual journey that led to an honest awareness and acceptance of my dominant nature, and to my vision of a loving D/s relationship. Because I am a heterosexual male dominant, I can personally only talk about male dominance/female submissiveness. However, I think the issues of self-awareness, honesty, and self-acceptance are important to all of us involved in bdsm. Hopefully you will take something of value from this back into your own life. I first wrote down these ideas in a post to a listserv. (I post under the name Ed Nowak.) Someone asked

Being Dominant 1
personal view by Hans Meijer Oke, let me give this a shot. Disclaimer first, all of this is MY opinion and works for me. Others may think and feel different. Is being Dominate a natural thing for you, part of your personality, something you don't have to think about? To me it is natural and always has been, ever since I was six or so years old (not that I knew what to call it or what to do back then). And from what I have learned over the years is that "learning to be dom" is impossible if the basic emotions (albeit maybe latent) aren't there, It is an important part of my personality in the sense that I enjoy taking risks (and I consider domming first of all taking risks - risks as in bringing your relationship to the edge). And I AM an adrenaline junky, not just in my sex life but basically in everything. Or is it something you have to think about doing, and work at? It is something I have to work on, but not in the sense that you are (I think) talk

Being Sick Sucks
I know this is gonna prolly piss somebody off, but I'm just speaking from the heart. I can't be the "superfriend" everybody wants me to be when I'm sick. I need some me time. I'm pretty sure you don't get bothered a lot when you're sick, but it's amazing how much your demand goes up when your health goes down. Don't mind me. It's just the medicine talking and I need to vent. I hate feeling like crap and I know a lotta people are mad at me because of it, cause hey, I'm not supposed to be sick, right? Anyways, I'm done venting now. Back to bed I go. Wake me when it's Friday again.

Being Stalked, But In A Good Way. Excerpts From "you Don't See Me" ~graceli Kopanyi~
"Hey Cass! Is that you?" I turned around to see a familiar, friendly face. "What are you doing in this part of town, Cole?" I teased him. "I didn't think that places like this were all that you." I said, laughing, we both took a look around the almost empty laundromat. "It's not." he admitted, good for him. Point for honesty. "I was looking for you. Aurie told me that this was were you spent your Wednesday nights. Gotta tell you, I thought a girl like you would be doing something a little more fun." "Fun or not, I happen to enjoy clean clothes."I shrugged. "Besides, there really isn't anything exciting going on Wednesday nights. Have you come to change that for me?" I asked shyly, offering him a pretty smile. "Hmm, I could lie to you, but I don't think you'd believe that I do my own laundry." Cole smiled back. "Especially when you are empty handed." "I could have left it in the car until I knew that there were open washers." he replied defensively. "What do you wa

Being Overweight And Single
I'm twenty-nine, live at home, and am about twenty-five pounds overweight; I will be single for a long time if nothing changes. I have noticed, though, in my community that there is a double standard when it comes to being overweight: It seems to be more acceptable for a man to be overweight than for a woman. Women are held to higher standards, and I often see "normal" sized women dating overweight men. However, I do not often see "normal" sized men dating overweight women. I want equality. I want to be liked for who I am. I don't turn so many heads now, but I am the same person that I was twenty-five pounds ago. Does anyone else notice a double standard?

~ Being A Mother... ~
Being A Mother... After 21 years of marriage, My wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nerv

Being Away ....
I am almost 3000 KM away from the woman I luv and I am crawling out of my skin to just be with her. There is so much that distance does for a relationship to make it that much stronger. I for one do not recomend it unless your sure of where you stand. But for me and my girl its like gasoline to a fire... It leaves us burning with desire! I sit out front of a Motel in Small town Perth ONTARIO. Stealing the wireless letting me proclaim to the world how much I feel for my girl. ~KUTIE~ you fill my days with happiness and I thank you for the luv we share. If it was not for you I do not know where my emotions would be at a time like this. You ground my thoughts to those of being with you and the good things to come. THANK YOU HUN!

Being With You
When I'm with you, eternity is a step away, my love continues to grow, with each passing day. This treasure of love, I cherish within my soul, how much I love you... you'll never really know. You bring a joy to my heart, I've never felt before, with each touch of your hand, I love you more and more. Whenever we say goodbye, whenever we part, know I hold you dearly, deep inside my heart. So these seven words, I pray you hold true, "Forever And Always, I Will Love You."

Be Inspired
Be Inspired May you be inspired today. May you be encouraged to travel your path with sure feet, confident in your direction. May you be spurred on to explore, to face the challenge, to go to the next level. May you experience many moments when you want to stand up and shout, “Hazzah! How grand this life is and I want more of it!” May you fall asleep exhausted but giddy with anticipation for what is to come, as though you cannot wait until the morning to continue the adventure, to see what glorious miracles are going to occur. And finally, may you realize your power to create such a day and such a life for yourself for you truly do possess it. Have an exciting day!

Being On Tour/ Island/def Jam Records
People think going on tour and working with musicians is so easy!! This here is a scheduled touring date paper for promotional executives I received before I was to go on tour with some bands from Island/Def Jam records. It's already over with so I thought it would be interesting to post. It's a lot of work! I. Executive Summary a. Business Concept The 2006 COED Media College Caravan will consist of stops at 17 of America’s largest Universities. Each stop will include multiple promotional opportunities spread over a four day event itinerary that will allow COED and its sponsors to become infused within collegiate life. Day one of the four day marketing strategy is the Student Outreach Night and will consist of an exclusive COED Greek and Athlete “Movers and Shakers” party. The Caravan will be in contact with the entire Greek and Athletic Community this night. The purpose will be to extend limited invitations to the following night, The Exclusive Listening Party, theref

Being Ignored
If there is one thing I hate it’s being ignored, I hate when a question is asked or a point is trying to be made and the person you are supposedly talking to in reality is not listening to a fucking word that is being said. I hate the fact that people can be so god dam shallow and expect you to hang onto every word they say but when it comes to them returning the favor it’s all of the sudden a burden and a chore to show you the same respect.

Being New
Well, hey to all you Cherries out there... I am so new to this place it is crazy,... so anyone with so experience HOLLA AT A GURL,... would ya please....and let me know what is the down n durty scoop, check out my CHERRY spot... it NEEDS HELP!!!!!!!!

Being Strong !
Being Strong! Alone all again Pictures of you all around I'll never get over you Never wanted to be weak and let my feelings show. Being strong means not to lose self control. To hell with my pride I just wanna cry. Now that Your gone I'll never get over you. I just wanna cry.

Being A Grandparent
Grandparents Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting. ~Author Unknown What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars' worth of pleasure. ~Gene Perret Grandmothers are just "antique" little girls. ~Author Unknown Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild. ~Welsh Proverb A grandmother is a babysitter who watches the kids instead of the television. ~Author Unknown Never have children, only grandchildren. ~Gore Vidal Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric. ~Pam Brown Grandchildren don't stay young forever, which is good because Grandfathers have only so many horsey rides in them. ~Gene Perret When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window. ~Ogden Nash Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just you all day and now the day was complete. ~ Marcy DeMaree

Being Played For A Fool
This time this blog isn't about work it is about someone doing the exact same shit again that they have done in the past. Thought I could figure out what happened by talking to them but some things are better left mysteries I guess.

Being A Mother
BEING A MOTHER After 21 years of marriage, My wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news."I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you, "I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date.

Being
Being submissive a personal choice fulfillment through submission power exchange strong words a new sub may be paralyzed with fear doubt disbelief at their own needs as she learns more the fears... dissipate the doubt... disappears disbelief.. becomes acceptance By giving the gift a true sub feels whole satisfied happy proud sexy through the power exchange a true sub, like a rose will bloom.. bursting forth to shine bright with an inner light Gaining strength wisdom inner peace Pride a true sub is special a rare prize. one to be cherished never to hide.

Being A Bitch
Ok updates on me.. I am doing ok and grat lets put that way.. My mom has moved out of my grandmas house and now my aunt april moved back in.. Yeah what a totally bitch.. Yep I can't stand her.. She is like tell me what the fuck to do and I am not liking it at all.. I told her to leave me the fuck alone and mind your own damn business.. My uncle said if she don't stop demanding people around she will get it.. I am doing ok not staying up all night long no more.. Going to bed and getting up early.. Well Friday is a big day for me and I have a eye appointment to go to.. yes it has been two years for me not going to the eye doctors yeah that is a long time or while or how ever you say it.. I am fine.. I have been writing poems and figure of speech lol I know that is not totally not me lol.. But can manage it myself lol.. I am sorry you all some of you are high level on your pictures so I could not comment or rate them because the amount of time my uncle gives us on the computer pl

Being A Nice Guy...
I've read this story in Marcus Meleton's book called"Nice Guys don't get laid" & I quote...Being a nice guy doesn't mean the guy is weak...he's just weak around women.A very strange situation happens with a woman who's been in a bad relationship with a jerk.At times they figure that all men must pay.Being as an easy target.it's the nice guy that does the paying.His dates gets cancelled.his intentions & conservations are misinterpeted because of her bad past experiences.His only purposes seems to be paying for all the dates,flowers,& gifts that should've been bought by the jerk in the past.Such conditions like this considered as a payment of a debt,rarely a compliment.

Being Touch By Words Is Being Touched By The Soul
Beauty within is the greatest find Loving the soul and the mind Knowing that one is beyond value Loving this way is the best we can do Seeking the light that cuts through the dark Feeling the thrill and as light as a lark Soaring high on the winds of fate Knowing that one smile makes us feel great Anticipation and the sound of the voice Love beyond all others makes the soul rejoice Finding that one who is our greatest friend Gives us life worth living forever without end By R . Thomas Dinsmore The value is such as it is seen Nothing known when one is green For only the pain can let us know The cost of love that to show A heart that breaks for lack there of Missing the gift from heaven above For nothing does part but love lost The loss is such beyond all cost Only the soul that aches so true Can appreciate a love found new One who knows it may pass away Will cherish the gift each and every day A fragile thing love will always be Something beyond

Being Away
Hello to all my old friends, and all the new friends from Engla's. I'm sorry I didn't get to you all sooner, I am usually here checking out whats happening at least once a day. As it turns out I have a bug of some kind, and antibiotics. Also many new doctors appointments as well. So please bear with me as I get health business out of the way, I may not get right back to you, it might be days. But I will answer them all! Some of my close family and friends know I have Fibromyalgia, and know how it is like a roller coaster ride with all its ups and downs. If you want to know what that is, just google it and you will see tons of info. I suggest the Nationl Fibro. Association. The have all you need to know on the first page. lol. Anyway, I will be fine, I just need to rest more, stress less, and heal. And sitting here is none of the above lol. By next week I will be back up to my normal addicted to CT self.

Being Confued
wanting an not,wanting your makeing me go mad.know what we hade wasnt that bad,your being confued is tearing my heart in two.leveing me in a world so blue.hopeing some day you under stand you had a man that would under stand you. an not judge you for what you done,im just trying to let you know i love you hun.

Being An Adult
Being an adult doesn't mean you can do anything you want. Being an adult means that you fully understand that there are ramifications for your individual actions and you are part of a community. Being an adult is being mature enough to know you have to settle for what is possible, not what you want all the time.

Being A Mother
BEING A MOTHER After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it impossible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I wanted to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up. I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She wai

Being Apart
BEING APART I think about you being so very far away, and my heart feels as though it will break. The deep love I have swells up inside me, and being apart becomes too much to take. I long to reach out and hold you so close, and feel your loving arms also around me. But my outstretched arms can clasp only air, and I feel cheated from you by the dividing sea. It's so very hard being this far apart from you; not even to see the beauty of your smile. If love was all that I needed to swim to you, I'd have more than enough love, for every mile. My heart aches from wanting to be with you, and to share this beautiful love we both feel. I hold on to knowing our day will soon come, and all of our dreams made, will become real.

Being A Muslim,,,
What it must be like to be a Muslim I was just reading a headline about a Muslim converting to Christianity... What must it be like to part of a cult that if you try to leave it -- your life is threatened??? If you leave Christianity - we pray for your soul -- we do not hunt you down and kill you!! Some loving faith that must be....

Being Judged
Everyday we are bein judged just on appearance alone. Considering we live in superficial world where everything revoles around media and sex appeal ..I guess I'ma number one target. I wear mini skirts and some lowcut shirts... So I guess I'm a tramp. I like to dance, and shake my ass like every other girl... So I guess I'm a ho.. I'm not even lying on this one, yes I have kissed a guy I was not going out with before... So what? Yea... I guess I'm a scandalous. I've broken someones heart without even knowing. So I guess I'm a bitch! I've said what was on my mind, when it was on my mind. So I guess I'm ignorant. I've said some hurtful things I can never take back and everyday I wish I could. So I guess I'm an asshole. I've been stabbed in the back 15000 times at a minumum. So I guess I'm friendless. I've been called every single name in the book at least 10 times each. So I guess I'm a loser. I've had guys with girlfriends unsuccessfully try to hook up with me .

Being Alone
A SINGLE MOTHERS PRAYER GOD PLEASE HELP ME, MAKE MY CHILDREN UNDERSTAND WHY I CAN'T GIVE THEM EVERYTHING THEY WANT, IT'S NOT BECAUSE I DON'T LOVE THEM OR CARE, IT'S JUST BECAUSE I'M A SINGLE MOTHER TRYING HARD ON MY OWN TO PROVIDE A HOME FOR THEM TO ALWAYS COME HOME TOO. WHILE I SIT HERE AND WRITE THIS PRAYER I CRY TEARS OF STRESS, DISAPPOINTMENT, DEPRESSION AND FEAR THAT I TRY TO HIDE FROM MY DAUGHTERS EYES TO SHOW THEM THAT I AM STRONG AND CAN PROVIDE FOR THEM ON MY OWN BUT INSIDE I'M FALLING TO PIECES KNOWING THAT I CAN'T KEEP DOING IT OWN MY OWN. I'M TRYING TO TEACH THEM TO STAND ON THEIR OWN 2 FEET FOR WHAT THEY WANT IN LIFE AND NOT TO DEPENDED ON OTHERS. PLEASE GOD TELL ME WHY I CAN'T FIND A LOVING MAN THAT WANTS TO LOVE ME 4 WHO I AM & HELP ME, I'M NOT ASKING TO BE HANDED EVERYTHING ON A PLATTER, I BELIEVE IN MY FARE SHARE BUT TOGETHER WE COULD ACCOMPLISH AND GET SO MUCH MORE OUT OF LIFE, IT TAKES 2 TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD TODAY, MENTALLY & FINANCIALLY. SO WHY? PLEASE TELL

Being Stalked....
You're going to have to excuse me, this psycho texan man is stalking me and now it would seem he has his friends doing it also, so I am taking some leave for a while, meanwhile I hope these children all learn to grow up. My God The Children Do Not Give Up! I have asked politely, I have blocked profiles from contacting me, I have deleted my own profiles on ceratin websites, alas, the stalkers do not give up. It has become quite obvious that these people have such meaningless lives that they need to interfere with other people and caus drama where it is not needed. They are people that lack love and crave attention in any way possible, even if it does mean causing others distress. It is sad. Their latest plan is to put comments on a profile on Cherrytap saying that I hacked it and to send me lots of nasty messages, with a link to my profile. What will this gain? Even these peoples friends are joining in. People who do not know me! I would never ever harrass anybody or send

Being Lost Or Being Led
The Difference Between Being Lost and Being Led Rev. James C. Matthews “Then Moses led Israel from the Red Sea, and they went out into the wilderness” (Exodus 15:22). Many people who find themselves stuck in difficult situations often feel as if they’ve become lost. Somehow, they’ve arrived in a wilderness where everything has dried up and nothing seems to be growing. Many of them have lived in this wilderness for so long that they have given up on things changing and concluded that this must be all God has in store for them. On numerous occasions, they have attempted to change their situation, but all of their efforts have failed. If this sounds like you, you may not be lost at all! You may be squarely within the Will of God. All dry places in life are not the result of being lost. Sometimes God uses dry places as a place of preparation. In Exodus 3:8, when God met Moses at the burning bush, He told him that He was going to deliver His people from bondage and into

Being Honest
You know...Cherry Tap has become one of my favorite places to be. I never signed up hoping to find Mr. Right or to be Ms. Popularity or any thing like that. I came here to meet people and have fun... and I am too. The one discouragement I find when I'm on here is at how dishonest people can be about themselves. Don't get me wrong there are some GREAT people on here, but I have also met people who come across as the nicest person I've ever met and yet I find them lying about things they do or don't do. I also find them lying about why they did or didn't. (if that makes any sense!?) On of the things I see a lot is when you shout at somebody who you think you know really well...someone you have grown to admire and trust and they completely ignore you. You won't hear from them for quite a while and when they finally contact you they are overly sweet and tell you some story about this or that. Yet when you go to their page, you realize they've been online all the time and chatting with lot

Being A Mom
for me being a mom is the best thing in the world since my daughter is the most important person in the world to me she is my entire life no one can or will ever come before her and believe me she knows this. I can not see my life with out my precious beautiful daughter. For me being a mother is the greatest thing that life has to offer but that is just me, i happen to be happy being a mom .

Being Spanked
Sometimes people want it rough not soft n gentle,sometimes being with a lover that is soft n gentle can be nice but not all the frigging time. I would love it it a man that I am with would flip me over his knee and just spank me,open hand with a cane or what ever,just show me who's is boss.Tired of being the one in control n actually bored with it. I can just feel him grabbing me by the back of my hair,pushing me onto the bed,ripping down my pants n spanking me until I cry out,begging him to stop.When he does stop,he just takes me,f**king me hard,until I am moaning n crying for release.That would be ideal,and my idea of heaven,after words holding me close to his heart.I found such a man,but he is angry with me,maybe I will get this when we meet. I've got my finger crossed *winks*

Being A Mother
-BEING A MOTHER- THIS KINDA HIT ME HARD WHEN I READ IT TODAY SINCE I HAVE BEEN AT THE HOSPITAL WITH MY MOTHER TODAY WHILE SHE HAD A HEART CATH DONE TO SEE IF SHE HAD BLOCKAGES AND NEEDED ANY STINTS OR ANYTHING ELSE DONE. SHE HAD A MILD HEART ATTACK ABOUT TWO WEEKS AGO (SO WE THOUGHT), SO I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU AND MAYBE EVERYONE WILL REALIZE HOW MUCH PEOPLE REALLY MEAN TO THEM. AND WHEN YOU LOSE THEM, YOU CAN'T GET THEM BACK! MUCH LOVE TO YA ALL! BTW, THEY SAID MY MOM'S HEART WAS PERFECT TODAY! WE JUST GOTTA FIGURE OUT WHY SHE'S HAVING THE TROUBLES SHE'S HAD RECENTLY. TIFF :) ************************************************* After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three childr

Being Ready The Skillof Being Happy
I BELIEVE THAT THE VERY PURPOSE OF OUR LIFE IS TO SEEK HAPPINESS. THAT IS CLEAR. WHETHER ONE BELIEVES IN RELIGION OR NOT,WHETHER ONE BELIEVES IN THIS RELIGION OR THAT RELIGION, WE ALL AR SEEKING SOMETHING BETTER IN LIFE. SO, I THINK THE VERY MOTION OF OUR LIVES IS TOWARDS HAPPINESS. IF YOU MAINTAIN A FEELING OF COMPASSION, LOVING KINDNESS THEN SOMETHING AUTOMATICALLY OPENS YOUR INNER DOOR.THROUGH THAT, YOU CAN COMMUNICATE MORE EASILY WITH OTHER PEOPLE.AND THAT FEELING OF WARMTH CREATS A KIND OF OPENNESS. YOU'LL FIND THAT ALL HMAN BEINGS ARE JUST LIKE YOU, SO YOU'LL BE ABLE TO RELATE TO THEM MORE EASILY. THAT GIVES YOU A SPIRIT OF FRIENDSHIP. THEN THERE IS LESS NEED TO HIDE THINGS,AND AS A RESULT,FEELINGSOF FEAR,SELF-DOUBT,AND INSECURITY ARE AUTOMATICALLY DISPELLED. AND FOR THOSE WHO READ THIS THIS IS NOT ALL OF ME I AM STILL A VERY SIMPLE PERSON AND ON OCASION I DO HAVE MY NIGGA MOMENTS

Being Happy: Happiness Depends On You
There are literally thousands of self-help books on this topic and yet I regularly see more and more people who are unhappy. People are still looking to find happiness from anything and from anywhere but themselves. Why is that so? As I was doing my own soul searching and reading about this topic I realized that many of the self-help books available have information on developing wonderful life strategies. The problem seems to be that they fail to speak the language most people understand today. You see, if you were raised in the modern, western part of the world you were most likely bombarded by the idea that happiness comes in the form of a beautiful house, children and expensive cars just to name few. If you were raised to believe that in order to be happy you had to have all these things, it will be quite a chore to change that perception. All your life, your brain actually registered images of things that you needed to acquire prior to your happiness. Your parents coul

Being Spanked
Ok,I ain't going to lie or front.I am what I am.I love it! I went to saskatoon for the night and had a good time.I also had a one night stand.(my bf n I broke up) it was a blast,I went all out with the kink,after all wanted to leave him with something to remeber me by,lol. Anyways,I still have the hand-prints on my ass.........AT LEAST IT STILL FEELS LIKE IT. I am a naughty-horny little girl,who got spanked n tied up. Being blind-folded to some one's bed was interesting for sure.Normally I'm tying some one up.......lol Ok,for once being bad felt really good. Just thought I would let every one know I am getting rid of being soooooooo flipping nice n being bad for once. Ok with my sex-life........lol

Being Emo Is Teh Niftiness.
Sometimes I feel like a background image in a faded photograph from some forgotten past As if I were looking over someones shoulder in a field of dead daisys and nobody smiles because they never smiled for pictures back then as if they knew some truth about capturing lies cause smiles are like butterflys when they are captured they die. This static is surrounding and over played reruns of the same old shit over and over as if played enough times it might be real Like I might actually feel. Like.. Like... You let me drownd. Maybe what I am is an image of the dead and your love almost made me real. I need to turn away from the flash if I can just get away I can live.

Being Unoffendable
Once there was this spiritual guru who was well known for being COMPLETELY unoffendable. A macho American guy heard about him and decided to go challenge him. Upon arriving at the guru's temple, the man started to insult him saying things like "I slept with your mother" and "You're such an idiot" and things like that. During the whole interaction, the guru remained totally unaffected. The guy couldn't believe it and said, "Look I understand this whole thing about not caring about what others think---but I disrespected you, man. You need to learn to stick up for yourself." "My son. Can I ask you two important questions?" "Well...sure." "If I offer you a gift, and you refuse to accept it...to whom does that gift still belong?", asked the guru. "Well, if I refuse to accept it, then it still belongs to you." "That is correct," the guru replied. "Now...if i refuse to accept your ABUSE...to whom does that still belong?"

Being Alone
I sometimes wonder if I was ment to be alone all my life. Ever realtionship i have been in has ended badly, or the girl has just used me for their needs and wants. Don't get me wrong I love spendig time with my 2 wonderful kids, but its not the same as having that realtionship with a person that you love that loves you back no matter what.I feel so alone some days that it hurts in the heart.

Being A Mom
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentionsthat she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than w

Being A Vessel To Bless Others
Being a Vessel to Bless Others Proverbs 11:24-25 One man gives freely, yet gains even more; another withholds unduly, but comes to poverty. A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed. One of the reasons God entrusts money to us is to bless other Christians by meeting their needs. God uses the transfer of money within the Body of Christ to build unity among Christians. Sometimes we withhold money that God has designated for someone else. He wants to bless through us, but His will cannot be accomplished through us if we are disobedient. This was the case for a business owner who tells of the time when God told him to forego a company bonus one year. God directed him to share his year-end bonus with an employee to show his appreciation for him. He wrestled with God for three full days before obeying the Lord on the matter. When he finally met with the employee to give him his check, the man said he had been praying about a financial need h

Being In Love
Being in love is one complicated thing it blinds you to so much it makes you happy but sad needy but spacey i fell in love with a guy at work just from the smile on his face and ive loved and i will love him till the day that i die but from him i dont know so im moving out of town away from him before he comes home from work and i guess ill start my life a new

Being Negative Can Be Fun Once In A While
* Dudes who don't flush their toilets in public restrooms. Nobody's interested in seeing how huge your butt nuggets or dingleberries are. - This also applies to people who spit enormous, disgusting piles of snot in drinking fountains. * Waking up with bed hair from hell and a mouth full of germs that make your breath smell like dead fish and give your gums an "extra skin". * People who don't give way to the elderly on public transportation. Can't you see they're about to die standing there? Give them your seat, for crying out loud! * Using Shakespearian English in IM conversations. I rather keep it short and sweet, just like I would in a normal verbal conversation. :P * Being late. I'm the kind of person who'd rather never, ever, be late for anything. Homework, appointments, you name it. * Walking in dog poo. A few days ago, I slipped on a piece of dog poop as I was running to catch the bus. Thank god I didn't fall IN IT. - Missed the bus, though. :( * Playi