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I enjoy FUBAR, yet it is a MAJOR cunt. It rans me through dozens of ways to just leet me pop a statement. Its like the digital equivalent to havin a dick and choose from 50 OPTIONS. FUBAR, u are so fubar and WAY over the line,, crank down, its way too far fetched to be reasonable.

"it"
Why can't people just be happy with what they have, while they have it. When you try to turn something special into more, you change the mixture or the context. Some things in life are meant to be fleeting. Don't try to hold on to something that wasn't meant to last. And stop worrying about when you might lose it. Worrying, wondering or trying to change it, could shorten the lifespan of something wonderful. Accept that you may not get to keep it, and love it with all you can while you have the opportunity. If it's not meant to last, there's nothing you can do but try to prolong the inevitable. If it is meant to last...... It Simply.... Will.

Ita All Good.
Seen the doctor about the cyst, and he told me it's nothing to worry about! That as long as I don't have trouble seeing and things of that sort, he see's no reason to do anything else! Yea I'm going to live!!!!

It About Me And Man It Takes Some Time!!!
The longest survey you'll ever fill out! Do the world a favor - fill it out and post it for all your friends.. Do this because the person who did this didn't sit here for ages for nothing. Answer all the questions honestly, no lying to avoid stuff. NAME: Sueann Lourraine Barbara Rose Crystall Ann Jackson (damn Family) Single or Taken: Single Happy about that: its cool sometimes i guess Eye Color: blue Shoe size: matters what type of shoe and the cut sneakers im a 9.5-10.5 and dress shoes usually a 12 Height: 5'8 What are you wearing right now? My nurse outfit scrubbs Righty or lefty: ambidextrous Can you make a dollar in change right now? I can make your dollar change into my dollar if thats what u mean lol ---------------------------------------------------------- FAVORITES Kind of pants: Tripp or Paris Blues Animal: Aww kitties... definately kitties Drink: Grey goose or Arizona Ice tea Southern Style Month: December all the coo

It About Everyones Pumpkin
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO KNOW MY ROOM MATE(HOUSE MATE. YOU MAT KNOW HER AS PUMPKIN, CHELLE,OR MICHELLE.SHE FELL THIS EVENINGAND HIT HER HEAD ON THE FLOOR. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ALLS I KNOW I CAME HOME AND SHE WAS IN A PUDDLE OF BLOOD. IT WAS LIKE A HORROR STOREY. SHE WAS BREATHING BUT NOT AWAKE.THEY TOOK HER TO HOSPTAIL AND THEY ARE GOING TO MOVE HER IN A FEW HOURS IF SHE DOES WAKE UP TO ONE OF MAJOR HOSPTAILS OUT HERE. PLEASE KEEP HER IN YOUR HEARTS AND PRAYERS. SHE IS THE BEST FRIEND ANY ONE CAN ASK FOR. I WILL KEEP YOU ALL POSTED. THANK YOU FOR TIME TO READ THIS. ALICIA

It About Me
i am in real bad pain now i went to the doctor yesterday and my ankle is broke now and my bone went out of place and i am going to have surgery monday to get it back in place i am going to go for now talk to you all later and ty for stopping by i will be back later

It About Men!
Men who are sexually active but suffer from the fear of letting go rarely feel the needs to feign passion, because erection and ejaculation are "evidence of their sexuality.However,for a women,the situation is different. A woman may be desparate to show how attractive she finds her partner,and desparate to give herself, but prevented form doing so by her fear of letting go.In order to prove her sexuality,she may therefore act out what she thinks it means by thrashing about,moaning and groaning and even faking orgasm like the actresses in blue movies. or the most part, sometime no matter how attractive you eare with someone sometime men seems to have problems with erects,and, or acting exhausted. If you are one of those men and need help I recommend a great product that does help and no one needs to know the secret. I promise I will not tell. I visit this site: http://www.teamormucho.blogspot.com it has absolutely everything you. Good Luck.

It About To Get Started The T-shirt And Panti_'s Auction And The Diva Akamrs. T Is In This One! Check It Out!
IT A SEXY DIVA MAMA IS IN A T-SHIRT AND PANT____'S AUCTION! COME BY AND PLACE YOUR BIDS AND OWN ME FOR THE MONTH................ALL OF ME!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE RATE THE PHOTO TO SHOW SOME LOVE TO ME!! AKAMRS. T IS MY NAME............................! BID ON ME COME BY BIG POPPA PAGE TO FIND WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER TO YOU....................................! BiG PoPpA OfFiCiAl OwNeR oF T hE hOt MoMmAs ClUb i DoNt ChAsE ThEmE IrEpLaCe ThEmE So GeT In WhErE Y@ fubar (repost of original by '~THE DREAM TEAM~' on '2008-04-16 10:14:29') (repost of original by '~AKAMRS.T THE FREE STYLE DREAM TEAM BOMBER~ DYLON'S DIVA MAFIA~' on '2008-04-16 10:40:21') (repo

It A Birthday Party Train! **new Join The Party! Happy Birthday To All Born Today!
> IT A SPECIAL LADY BIRTHDAY AND WISHING HER MANY MORE FROM FAMILY AND FRIENDS, THE DREAM TEAM. DJ SUNSHYNE AND A PARTY TRAIN FOR ALL THE FOLKS TO HOP ON AND DO THE DAM THANG! RATE/FAN ADD ALL AND YOU ON THIS PARTY TRAIN. New Nintendo DS Lite Its Your Birthday - Uncle Luke HERE THE CREW OF PARTY PEOPLE! THE BIRTHDAY GAL DJ Sunshyne ~Ma

It A Cold Night Ith Out You (poem/song Work In Progress)
It’s a cold and lonely night as we enter this winter morning For I was cold and lonely with you, in my arms with me For I can’t be so cold with out you here I just can’t wait for us to be tougher As my coldness will go as we are tougher in our arms with each other For I am cold and lonely and till we are tougher.

It A Cold Night With Out You Part 2 (poem/song Work In Progress)
It’s a cold and lonely night as we enter this winter morning For I was cold and lonely with you, in my arms with me For I can’t be so cold with out you here For I just can’t wait for us to be tougher As my coldness will go as we are tougher in our arms with each other For I am cold and lonely and till we are tougher For my heart flames are going out for my love to you is just keeping it alight As I am waiting for you to be mine again I am willing to wait for you as I love you As I know you love too out hearts just need the warmth of our love for us To be a flame again as one we will all ways have our love for we will never love another person For our love is true on this cold and lonely winter’s morning with out you in my arms

It Actually Works
This website seems like its b.s. but amazingly it is actually true. I already recieved my PS3. http://freeplaystation3.peel.com/refer.php?l=ps3153109240dhmg Try it I couldnt believe it myself that it worked. I thought i wasted 27 dollars. 2 weeks later it actually came in the mail.

It A Freaky Thang Going On! The Freak Train Is Looking For Riders!
Freak It Like You Want It - Kilo Ali HERE THE FREAKY TRAIN FOR ALL THAT FEEL IT GOING DOWN ON FUBAR! JUMP ON AND RATE/FAN AND ADD ALL ON THIS TRAIN! PLEASE E-MAIL AKAMRS. T TO BE ADDED TO THE FREAKY TRAIN. ~AKAMRS.T THE DREAM TEAM ~ DYLON'S DIVA MAFIA~ CLUB F.A.R.~SHADOW LEVELERS~@ fubar BIG POPPA Ya Heard : if i aint caressing them im undressin'em@ fubar The Dream Team Organizer & Member of Dylon's Divas Mafia Fubar Queen07-08@ fubar Daddyslilangel * DREAM TEAM BOMBER* GF of Mr Keep it Real, member of the hot momma club,FU BAD GIRL

It A Gal Birthday Today
Birthday - Flo Rida "~~~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAL AND DON'T FORGET TO STOP BY THICKNDAAZZ4YA PAGE AND SHOW MAD LOVE ON THIS SPECIAL DAY~~~!"...................... "~~~ IT YOUR BIRTHDAY! COME AND CELEBRATE LIKE IT YOUR LAST DAY!~~~" The Dream Team Organizer & Member of Dylon's Divas Mafia Fubar Queen07-08@ fubar

I Tagged You
subject: Could be fun .... post date: 2008-12-09 21:04:04 views: 10 comments: 1 ratings: 0 Last posting to this blog.. subject: Tagged (ugh i hate these but they can be fun) post date: 2008-12-09 17:54:10 views: 8 comments: 1 ratings: 0 You Can Only Type ONE Word. Not as easy as you might think. Now copy and paste into your blog and tag 5 ppl to do the same. Leave a comment to let us know you have done it, AND LEAVE THEM A COMMENT TO LET THEM KNOW THEY HAVE BEEN TAGGED. It's really hard to only use one-word answers! 1. Where is your cell phone? charger 2. Your significant other? Wicked 3. Your hair? short 4. Your mother? Tybee 5. Your father? Memphis 6. Your favorite thing? woman 7. Your dream last night? sleeep 8. Your favorite drink? Budlight 9. Your dream/goal? gooddad,lol 10. The room you're in? bedroom 11. Music? Metal 12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? happy 14. Where were you last night? here 15. What you're not? shy 16. Mu

I Tagged You
You Can Only Type ONE Word. Not as easy as you might think. Now copy and paste into your blog and tag 5 ppl to do the same. Leave a comment to let us know you have done it, AND LEAVE THEM A COMMENT TO LET THEM KNOW THEY HAVE BEEN TAGGED. It's really hard to only use one-word answers! 1. Where is your cell phone? My daughter has it 2. Your significant other? None 3. Your hair? Brown 4. Your mother? Nutz..lol 5. Your father? M.I.A. 6. Your favorite thing? friends 7. Your dream last night? vampires 8. Your favorite drink? Milk 9. Your dream/goal? higher intelligence 10. The room you're in? Bedroom 11. Music? Eclectic 12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Montana 14. Where were you last night? Church 15. What you're not? Stupid 16. Muffins? Blueberry 17. One of your wish list items? Peace 18. Where you grew up? Alabama 19. The last thing you did? Sleep 20. What are you wearing? T-shirt and shorts 21. TV? on 22. Your pets? Dog,cats,ferrets,horses 23. You

It Aint Rocket Science.
There is a reason I don't prance around town in a g-string. And it has nothing to do with the restraining order. Ok, it has everyting to do with the restraining order. Damn the Man and His laws.

It Aint Fair
its just not fair how every one gets to see her every minute of every day and i cant see her for even a second for a year and even then she wont be fully mine i want her to be mine soo badly it hurts.its just not fair that i have to wait two more years for her to be mine so i can keep her to myself, so i can spend every second of my life with her. its just not fair how he gets to have her and i dont, she is mine but i cant do any thing to stop him from taking advantage of my baby.its just not fair

It Ain't Easy Bein' Me!
Seems I never have much time to blog. They say that after 50, it's patch, patch, patch... It is true to some extent, I guess. All that patching, less time to type! WAA! I know, where's the cheese? Having recently (again!) become single, I have noticed a marked difference between interactions with women as a younger man as opposed to now. I am working on a set of guidelines, I think I will call it "Old Fart Dating 101" - only problem is, guys my age don't read or buy books, they are too busy worrying about how they will ever get laid again! Just for example, when I was younger, the conversation was what clubs we frequented, so maybe we could run into each other. Now, we compare lists of daily prescriptions to see if our side effects might clash. Another: Young - what little sexy wrinkles we like while making love. Old - who has to try to go on top! I know, pretty lame stuff. I never realized to what extent our society excludes people as they get a little older. Let me say, i

It Aint No Popularity Contest
Everyone wants u to rate their pics a 10. but if is not that great of a pic then why would u expect a 10 rating. Now if it not the greatest pic than dont get mad just cause we didnt rate u a 10! Now on some cases, some pic should get more than others. Family pic, well taken, and crazy pictures will get the most from me. And if you want to be an ass an rate my pic. low just because u didnt get what u wanted oh well sorry for ya. Wont piss me off! Who are u anyways... Nobody to me! Now there are some people that rate every pic they come acrossed a 10. Whats the point!!! A good pic is a good pic and a bad pic is a bad one U can tell!!!

It Ain't Easy Bein' Me! Part 2
I just noticed my FUBAR Horoscope (FUBroscope?) for today. Sagittarius. It says: "You need to recharge your emotional batteries and it's a great time to close your office or bedroom door for a while and just sink into solitude. The mood shouldn't last for very long if you treat it right!" OK, solitude it is. I really didn't need the stars to tell me to recharge either. I guess now and then, even a blind squirrel finds an acorn if he tries hard enough. So then is the horoscope. Solitude is my greatest asset. It keeps me insulated from interference by the outside world. It's like sports, if you don't play, surely you won't get hurt. Mood has nothing to do with it. I am a social animal. I truly enjoy being around people for the most part. I am also lucky, many people like me too. I have been sort of a "Renaissance Man" my whole life, always something new to learn, some new thing to divert me. I soak up everything I can learn, no matter how obscure or unpopular it might be.

It Aint Done Yet
I'm so glad to have real good friends. Today was really hard for me. I had to go put a ppo on my husband again. This time I had help with writting it. But the lady I talked to was the same as last time. She was really nice. My best friend came with me so I know I would be able to tell her the full truth. This time I went back just a little further to a time I really prefer to have left alone. I went back and told her about him getting upset with me because I walked away from during a conversation and he came after me and back handed me and I lost my footing and hit my head on the house. And another time when he slapped my ass so hard that I couldn't sit down and said that I deserved it because I smart mouthed him. Then another time he slapped my glasses off my face because he didnt want me to see anything when I was trying to clean and get things done. He didnt love me just thought that I could get stuff for him. He thinks that I am a bitch and a cunt. I do have one but th

It Aint Faster But It Kills Bouncer Check
o.k. we're all getting the bouncer check from hell on the contests, Well the only way I can do it without a lot of b.s. from them is to never copy & paste...sure bouncer check, hitting you back button, or the click to go back option. I let it run through its cycle catch the comment box before it loads the comments and go for it. I know it's slower for a lot of people but hey, I'm on dial up and I do pretty damn good. So thanks for reading and happy bombing.

It Ain't Easy
Being a single mother of two boys is NOT an easy job. I struggle each day with making sure I do my best and that my children are happy. I try to make sure they have what they need. THey are at an age now where they need their father and he isn't around the way he should be and therefore the kids are acting out. Is it wrong for me to hit them? I don't think so, especially when I've told them to stop doing something over 5 times. Do you think I like leaving bruises on them? Why do people think I have this easy life? Why do men always ask me "Why are you single?" I want to look at them and say "WOuld you wanna be with a woman with two children?" Come on now...I know that no man on this planet would want that. Why is it that I have to please others and get hurt by it? Everything I do is for someone else...and yet I get nothing in return but sleepless nights full of crying and wondering why. Is it fair? I don't think so, but I deal with it. I'm ok with it. This is my life...and if you can't

It Ain't Doin Nothin Just Thinkin About It...so Let's Put It To Use Ya'll.
Gratitude is the key to abundance. When you're truly thankful for the good things you have, those good things grow more numerous and valuable. So how do you put gratitude into action? By making the most of the good things you have. If you hoard and hide your blessings away, they begin to wither and eventually disappear completely. When, on the other hand, you put the good and valuable things in your life to full use, they multiply many times over. There is no better way to show your thankfulness and appreciation for something than by using it for a positive, productive, creative purpose. Do that, and the value you already have grows even more valuable. Whatever you have is not really yours unless you are truly thankful for it. To be truly and effectively thankful for it, make full and fruitful use of it. Live with a thankfulness in your heart, in your thoughts and, most importantly, in your every action. All the good things you make use of will grow even better. -- Ralp

... It Ain't What It Looks Like....
A farmer is sitting in the neighborhood bar getting soused. A man comes in and asks the farmer, "Hey, why are you sitting here on this beautiful day getting drunk?" Farmer: Some things you just can't explain. Man: So what happened that's so horrible? Farmer: Well, today I was sitting by my cow milking her. Just as I got the bucket about full, she took her left leg and kicked over the bucket. Man: Ok, but that's not so bad. Farmer: Some things you just can't explain. Man: So what happened then? Farmer: I took her left leg and tied it to the post on the left. Man: and then? Farmer: Well, I sat back down and continued to milk her. Just as I got the bucket about full, she took her right leg and kicked over the bucket. Man: Again? Farmer: Some things you just can't explain. Man: So, what did you do then? Farmer: I took her right leg this time and tied it to the post on the right. Man: and then? Farmer: Well, I sat back down and began milking

It Ain't Easy
It ain’t easy BY BLACKGURRL Sitting and Pondering My mind was justa wondering Issues Decisions What premonitions Were stalking my life It's demanding my attention Feels like a conviction And all I can do is sit here reminiscing Thinking of things to keep me on board Cause Lord Knows How much more….. I can take Before I break Make a mistake That I can't fix All because My gyrl turned to some trick My employer's unfair, My car needs repair My best friends' not there The bills are due I haven't a clue How da hell My ass Gonna pull all this through What's keepin me sane? There's that dayum headache again When does it ease When will I seize A moment to just relax Kick back, Be on track My God, Can you please just cut me some slack? Sitting still and quiet again I looked around as I heard my name A little me, My daughter She put all things back in order Her words to me So sweet and secure Were "Mommy I love you" I thought and replied "B

It Ain't Easy Being Me
There ought to be a town out there, Named for how I feel. Yeah I could be the mayor down there, And say welcome to Sorryville. It won't be on a map nowhere, You might say that it doesn't exist, But if you make enough wrong turns It'd be hard to miss. There ought to be a bridge somewhere They could dedicate to me. I'd probably come to the ceremony With a can of gasoline; Walk on over to the other side And there I'd light a match And sit and stare through the smoke and the flames Wonderin' how I'm ever gonna get back. Why do I do the things I do? Was I born this way? Am I a self-made fool? I shoot the lights and curse the dark; I need your love but I break your heart; And I know the words that'll bring you back, But I don't say nothin' as I watch you pack. I had to work to be the jerk I've come to be; It ain't easy bein' me. Ought to be a side show act for freaks like me; Yeah I could be the star of the show With my name on the marquee. In a room with a b

It Ain't My Fault....
RULE 1: You opened this; you GOTTA take itRULE 2: You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks!LAST PERSON YOU....[1] Who was the last person you texted? randy.[2] You were in the car with?katybug.[3] Went to the mall with?myself.[4] Person you talked on the phone with?annelee.[5] You messaged/commented on Fubar?the amazingly lovely MJ.T/F Only answer with True or FalseQ:Kissed some one on your top friends?True.Q: Been searched By Cops?False.Q: Been suspended from school?False.Q: Sat on a roof top?True.Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?True.Q: Broken a bone?True.Q: Have shaved your head?False.Q: Played a prank on someone?True.Q: Had/have a gym membership?False.Q: Shot a gun?True.Q: Donated Blood?False.WOULD YOU RATHER:[1] Eat or drink?Drink.[2] Be serious or be funny?funny.[3] Go to the beach or mountains?Beach.[4] Die in a fire or die getting shot?shot.ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:[1] Sun or moon?both. :P[2] Winter or fall?fall.[3] Left o

It Ain't Me, Babe.
I haven't posted a song in a while. Video in the comments. Lots of people covered this song...but I love the Johnny Cash and June Carter version a whole lot. :) It Ain't Me, Babe Go 'way from my window, Leave at your own chosen speed. I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need. You say you're lookin' for someone Never weak but always strong, To protect you an' defend you Whether you are right or wrong, Someone to open each and every door, But it ain't me, babe, No, no, no, it ain't me, babe, It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe. Go lightly from the ledge, babe, Go lightly on the ground. I'm not the one you want, babe, I will only let you down. You say you're lookin' for someone Who will promise never to part, Someone to close his eyes for you, Someone to close his heart, Someone who will die for you an' more, But it ain't me, babe, No, no, no, it ain't me, babe, It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe. Go melt back into the night, babe, Everything inside is made of sto

It Ain't No Lie--women Suk!
In the newspaper business that's called a headline and it sucks you into reading the first sentence then paragraph and hopefully the story. I don't believe women suk and that is what this blog is all about....WOMEN....and how the men on here treat them. There are so few real men on this rag that it's a pitiful statement on thier upbringing. (to be fair--I've met a couple women that fit the same catagory) What the (H) brought this on? Well yesterday while cruising around I found 3 of my ladies had broken hearts and statements about being wronged in some fashion or another. Conclusion: some dude or dudes, in this case, played them like a cheap guitar then left for a real cheap guitar. These boys are taking lessons from Brad Pitt or that other ass, Tiger Thingee. BTW there are a lot more but I don't have time to list them all so let me sum it up in one word....ASSES....That should cover the rest. Ladies! Before falling for a line that is coming from a sewer- look, listen, learn what HE

It Ain't Easy Being Me.
i think i have just come to the realization that i am at an awkward stage in my life. the trouble with finding and reinventing yourself in your 40s is that "the good years" are in the past and all you have left are a few years at your "peak". i am having a "moment" today. i am not feeling so good about myself. i am feeling lonely and sad and i am not sure why. i do contribute part of it to men. they have no clue what they do, but always unconciously make us feel useless, unwanted, not good enough, etc. etc. i need a change. i need something. (my stupid settings are not working right, hence no capitalization...grrr)

It Ain't Over Yet??
I am considering on going back to bed. Isn't this day over yet?? Damn!! Its not fair!! I went to the office to ask if they had checked out the garage door. They went and made a new key when the old one broke. I figured they went to check if the key would work. The landlord said the door was fiixed along with the key. After walking to the garage and back something wasn't checked. The landlord told me to meet the maintenence man out there, so I walked back to our garage. Its like aways away from our apartment, not right outside the door. Out at the garage the maintenance man went to open the garage and it wouldn't open, so he went to try to jimmy it open with a crowbar. When he got to open, he discovered the cable that goes from the handle to the side of the garage door was unhooked. After dealing with that I biked about a block and a half, just to be told to go see Dr. Hess for my arm. I overheard that Chad gives good massages. I do not think so!! He gives me too much shit to ever le

It A Joke
FELT LIKE FUCKING YOU TODAY SO... IM FUCKING U HARD! YOU'VE BEEN FUCKED! SO FUCK ME HARDER!!!! Spread the legs and go at it! Pick any of your friends and FUCK THEM! This is for any one you think is hot! Keep reading and you will find out that this is not some gay thing. RULES: 1- You can fuck the person who fucked you, of course. 2- You can fuck the same person as many times as you can (c'mon, ENDURANCE)! Be creative!* 3- You -MUST- spread the sex! At least 1 fuck is fine and dandy! 4- You should fuck in public! Be adventurous, damn it. Paste it on their user page so they feel slutty! 5- Random sex is perfectly okay! 6- Please, don't worry about same gender fucking, it's HOT. 7- You should most definitely get started fuckin' right away! This is about showing everyone how much you care for them and HOW BAD YOU WANT THEIR ASS! Make everyone feel a little loved (and roughed up!). Please don't take this too personally, BUT I JUST FUCKED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! F.U.C.K Stands For:

I Take Some Things Wayyyy Too Seriously
obviously...(And why am I up at 3 again when i need sleep and need to be up early? Not a clue. Erm.) Should really consider returning to LJ more; can think of many reasons. I'm overextended between three sites and risk losing my good acquaintances and my friends, especially at LJ where I have several friends and have made the mistake of spending least time...Also, only blogs there, no bulletins, so when someone bulletins about their "latest blog" and doesn't, say, link to it (as many times on MySpace and here)... no such frustration on LJ. Just lots of other, more site-specific ones.Really need to use a text editor when writing blogs here because the parade-marquee cannot be easily turned off, and slows down my machine at inopportune times. Despite all that, the people here have on the whole been so friendly, the support helpful and professional, and I am really not in a hurry to leave. (Whitman would kill me, mostly peaceful man that he was, if I wrote "Do I gripe? Well then, I gripe

I Take You....
I Take You . . . When I look into your eyes I see the pain you endure I take you by the hand And help you feel secure. Life isn't easy or fair Sometimes you just wish to die I take you by the heart And we spread our wings to fly. People talk about you behind you back And it makes you feel a low down shame I take you by the soul And I guide you far from the game some may like you some may hate you Some may want to be near you some may stay away I take you by your spirit And never lead you astray. As your tears roll down your cheeks Your eyes begin to shine with sincerity I Take You . . . to be mine forever in eternity Brad Christopher Copyright ©2007 Brad A. Christopher

I Take A Deep Breathe!
im not very good with words and feelings but i have so many thoughts! In Feb 2007 i made Club Fantasia shortly after making the lounge i met someone on ct which no names will be mentioned but most of you know....Well for so long i held back feelings that maybe i shouldnt have Im sure we all do it tho...But anyway a short time later him and i started talking and he became my life, I would have done anything for him he was my smile,my best friend I truely can say i felt loved for the very first time in my life,i wanted to give him so much and share so much with him, i wanted my life to end with him holding me.Well unfortunately 2 weeks ago my life changed and he no longer wants to fill the dreams we wanted to share and now i need to find away to move on. When you truly love someone does that love ever go away? Cause i cant seem to stop loving him no matter what i do something reminds me of the time we spent together, he has my heart, the pain i feel everyday,well lets just say if i

Itakes All To Make A World >> Read
we all share this planet and we all need to show love; Jesus said love them as I have loved you . So whay , what do others get from hate?, But a bad experience and a untolorable world filled with more hate ; And destruction and bitterrness. We all live on this planet and we all have to die on this planet; And we all share the same air too. Stop !!Think the hate is gona bring a war that no one wants, all that much sooner beleive what I say; beleive what God says The end will come ; cause man doesnt want to serve ; one Lord and God . And creater of all out of love and faith in Christ to eternal salvation and greatest love he; Jesus Christ had for all. hugs dana

I Take It Back..
I take back what you have held over me I take back me I take back the hurt you've caused I take back me For once I gave you all control but it wasn't meant to be I let you in, I lost control the one to blame is ME!

I Take You....
I Take You . . .When I look into your eyesI see the pain you endureI take you by the handAnd help you feel secure.Life isn't easy or fairSometimes you just wish to dieI take you by the heartAnd we spread our wings to fly.People talk about you behind you backAnd it makes you feel a low down shameI take you by the soulAnd I guide you far from the gamesome may like you some may hate youSome may want to be near you some may stay awayI take you by your spiritAnd never lead you astray.As your tears roll down your cheeksYour eyes begin to shine with sincerityI Take You . . .to be mine forever in eternityBrad ChristopherCopyright ©2007 Brad A. Christopher

It All Of A Sudden Hit Me
so i was in the shower this morning when it all of a sudden hit me. How much i truly hate people. I mean seriously just because people look different, dress different, and act dumb with their friends really gives no one else jusification to judge them. Take me prime example. I am a rocker the "beautiful" guys would never take a double look because i am covered with ink and piercings makes me a bad person. It automatically means that i do drugs or i drink all the time. I played sports in high school. yeah i played soccer and i was a cheerleader yeah laugh it up i said cheerleader. I am happy with the way i am. But these damn fucks out the the so called real world past jugdements before actually getting to know someone. Those are the type of people i want to punch in the throat. seriously get a life not everyone can depend on mommy and daddy's money the rest of their life and just because u look better than someone doesn't mean u are better than them.

Italian Spaghetti With Meat Sauce
2 lb. ground beef 1 med. onion, finely chopped 1 green pepper, finely chopped 2 (15 oz. each) cans tomato sauce 2 (12 oz. each) cans tomato paste 1 (7 1/2 oz.) can pitted ripe olives, drained and sliced 2 (1 1/2 oz. each) env. Italian style spaghetti sauce mix with mushrooms 3 c. water 1 tbsp. sugar 1 tsp. oregano leaves 2 clove garlic, crushed 1 bay leaf, crumbled 16 oz. Italian style spaghetti Grated Parmesan cheese Cook and stir meat, onion, and pepper until meat is brown and onion is tender. Stir in remaining ingredients except spaghetti and Parmesan cheese. Cover; simmer 1 1/2 hours, stirring occasionally. Cook spaghetti as directed on package; drain. Serve meat sauce over hot spaghetti. Makes 8 servings.

Italian Pasta Salad
16 oz. Rotini pasta 8 oz. can of tomato sauce 1 c. Italian dressing 2 T. dried basil 2 T. dried oregano 1 cup sliced mushrooms 5 Roma tomatoes, coarsely chopped 1 medium red onion, chopped 2 1/4 sliced ripe olives, drained 1 large cucumber, coarsely chopped Cook and drain pasta, rinse with cold water. Mix tomato sauce, dressing, basil, and oregano. Add remaining ingredients and toss Serves 12

Italian Meatballs And Sauce
Italian meatballs 1 lb. ground beef 1 cup Italian bread crumbs 1/2 cup parmesan cheese 1 Tbs. minced parsley 1 clove garlic (cut fine )or garlic powder 1/2 cup milk 1-egg 1-1/2 tsp. salt 1/2 tsp. pepper Mix meatball ingredients all together and form into balls, according to the size you want. Sauce 1 large can tomato puree (28 oz.) 1 large can Italian crushed tomatoes salt & pepper to taste 1/2 cup parmesan cheese Italian seasonings, to taste (oregano, basil, etc ) Mix sauce ingredients together in a sauce pan and add meatballs, simmer 2 to 2-1/2 hours, stirring occasionally, the meatballs will cook through but remain soft. For meatball sandwiches, place 3 to 4 meatballs and some sauce on a roll or hot dog bun.

Italian Sausage Soup
Serves 6 1 pound Italian sausage 2 clove garlic, minced 2 (14 ounce) cans beef broth 1 (14.5 ounce) can Italian-style stewed tomatoes 1 cup sliced carrots 1 (14.5 ounce) can great northern beans, undrained 2 small zucchini, cubed 2 cups spinach - packed, rinsed and torn 1/4 tsp ground black pepper 1/4 tsp salt 1. In a stock pot or Dutch oven, brown sausage with garlic. Stir in broth, tomatoes and carrots, and season with salt and pepper. Reduce heat, cover, and simmer 15 minutes. 2. Stir in beans with liquid and zucchini. Cover, and simmer another 15 minutes, or until zucchini is tender. 3. Remove from heat, and add spinach. Replace lid allowing the heat from the soup to cook the spinach leaves. Soup is ready to serve after 5 minutes. Oversalting - At one time or another, every cook has gotten a little too overexcited in their salting efforts. There are a few things you can do to correct this: - Dilute with water, if this will not effect your recipe - For soup

An Italian Boy Confession
>>Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose woman. >>The priest asks, Is that you, little Johnny Parisi? >>Yes, Father it is. >>And who was the loose woman you were with? >>I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation. >>Well, Johnny, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you >>may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti? >>I cannot say. >>Was it Teresa Volpe? >>I'll never tell. >>Was it Nina Capelli? >>I'm sorry but I cannot name her. >>Was it Cathy Piriano? >>My lips are sealed. >>Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then? >>Please, Father, I cannot tell you. >>The priest sighs in frustration. You're very tight-lipped, Johnny >>Parisi, and I admire that. >>But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot attend church >>services for 4 months. >>Now you go and behave yourself. >> >>Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Nino slides over and >>whispers, What'd you get? >>Four months vacation and five good leads........

Italian Vegetable Rice Soup
Preparation Time: 5 minutes Cooking Time: 10 minutes Serves: 4 Ingredients 4-1/4 cups vegetable or chicken stock 2 carrotscooked, peeled and diced 1 zucchinicooked, diced 1 lb. canned Great Northern beans, undrained 1-1/2 cups quick cooking rice 1 tsp. Italian herb seasoning 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese Instructions Bring stock and carrots to a boil in a saucepan over high heat. Stir in next 4 ingredients. Cook about 5 minutes, until vegetables are just tender. Serve sprinkled with Parmesan.

Italian Sausage Lasagna
Preparation Time: 30 minutes Cooking Time: 1 hour, 30 minutes Serves: 10 Ingredients 1 lb. sweet or hot Italian sausage, casings removed 2 tsps. olive oil 1 red bell peppercooked, seeded and thinly sliced 1 green bell peppercooked, seeded and thinly sliced 1 large yellow onioncooked, thinly sliced 4 cloves garlic, peeled 3-1/3 cups canned tomatoes, undrained 2 tsps. fennel seeds 1 Tbsp. unsalted butter, melted 1 large yellow onioncooked, chopped 10 oz. frozen chopped spinach, thawed and squeezed to drain all liquid 1 cup grated Parmesan cheese 3 cups part-skim ricotta cheese 2 oz. mozzarella cheese, shredded 9 lasagna noodles Instructions Crumble and sauté sausage in a heavy nonstick skillet over medium-high heat until well browned. Drain off fat. Set sausage aside. Wipe skillet clean. Add oil and heat over medium-high heat. Add sliced peppers, sliced onion, and 2 cloves garlic. Cover and cook about 10 minutes over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until v

Italian Chicken & Pasta Salad
Preparation Time: 10 minutes Marinade Time: 30 minutes Cooking Time: 10 minutes Serves: 6 Ingredients 3/4 lb. mostaccioli or small tube pasta 3/4 lb. packaged cooked chicken strips 2 tomatoesraw, peeled and chopped 1 zucchiniraw, trimmed and thinly sliced 3 oz. black olives, pitted and sliced 1/3 cup scallions, chopped 1/4 cup plus 2 Tbsps. tarragon vinegar 1/4 cup olive oil 2 tsps. basil, or 3 Tbs. fresh, minced 1-1/2 tsps. salt (optional) 1/2 tsp. dry mustard 1/4 tsp. pepper 1 clove garlic, minced Instructions Cook pasta in boiling salted water about 8-10 minutes, or until al dente. Drain and transfer to a salad bowl. Add next 5 ingredients to pasta. Combine remaining ingredients in a jar with a tight-fitting lid. Shake vigorously. Pour dressing over salad and toss. Let sit 30 minutes for flavors to meld.

Italian Fruit Cake
I like to slice it into thin wedges for my cookie tray. Although it sounds complicated, once you get going it really isn't difficult. Filling: 2 Pounds Of Raisins 2 Pounds Coarsely Chopped Walnuts 1 Cup Whiskey 1 1/2 Cups Sugar 3 Tablespoons Cinnamon Juice Of 1 Orange Dash Of Anisette Combine all filling ingredients in a glass bowl, cover and let sit overnight, stirring occasionally. Dough: 7 Cups All-Purpose Flour 1 1/2 Cup White Wine 5 Eggs Zest From 1 Lemon And 1 Orange 2 Cups Sugar 1 Cup Oil 1/2 Cup Whiskey 2 Teaspoons Vanilla Extract Dash Of Cinnamon 1 Tablespoon Baking Soda Toothpicks Topping: 1 Cup Honey Colored Sprinkles Make a mound of the flour on a pastry board or counter. Make a well in the center, and using a fork, begin to add in the remaining ingredients until you have created a dough. Knead with additional flour as needed until smooth. Divide into 6 Equal sized balls. Covering the rest of

Italian Lemon Drops
These lemon flavored little cookies are a great addition on a cookie tray, or with a cup of coffee. They are very easy to make, and freeze well although I would not frost them before freezing. :Makes 3 Dozen f using frozen cookies, frost them just before serving. 1 Cup Granulated Sugar 1/2 Cup Shortening 6 Eggs 1 Teaspoon Lemon Extract 4 Cups Flour 1 Teaspoon Grated, Chopped Lemon Zest 2 1/2 Teaspoons Baking Powder Dash Of Salt For Icing: 2 Cups Powdered Sugar Fresh Lemon Juice Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Either lightly grease two baking or cookie sheets, or use silicon sheets on them. In a large bowl, cream together the sugar and shortening. Add the eggs, lemon extract and grated lemon zest, and mix well. Stir together the flour, salt, and baking powder. Add this dry mixture to the bowl with the eggs and mix well. Roll the dough into small balls about 3/4 inch big, and place on the baking sheets at least 1 to 2 inches apart. Bake th

Italian Cheese Battered Salmon With Red Wine Risotto
Ingredients: 1-1/12 lbs salmon fillet, the thick end is best (wild sockeye [deep red in color] is the best) cut into 4 in. squares Crusted Salmon Coating: 1/2 cup dry bread crumbs (panko [Japanese white bread], if possible. The taste is much lighter and we've found it has less tendency to over brown.) 1/4 cup asiago or gruyere cheese, cut into small chunks 1/4 cup white flour 1/4 cups pine nuts or almonds, toasted lightly on your stove top Chop all of the above in a Cuisinart food processor until coarsely powdered Add to the dry ingredients already in the food processor: 1-2 cloves garlic 1-2 shallots (or green onions), minced 1-2 sprigs fresh rosemary, needles removed from stalk Fresh basil (1/2 cup loosely packed) 1 tablespoon lemon juice Blend into bread crumb mixture Note: You may need to adjust the liquidity of the coating mixture for your crusted salmon, depending on your altitude. Add a bit more flour or bread crumbs to dry the mixture, or a bit of white

Italian Cream Cake
Ingredients: 1/2 cup shortening 1/2 cup butter 1 2/3 cups sugar 6 eggs, separated 1 cup buttermilk 3/8 t baking soda 1/2 t salt 2 cups flour 1 t vanilla extract 2 cups shredded coconut 1 cup chopped pecans (Note: we would lightly toast them to improve flavor.) 1/2 cup, quartered maraschino cherries (about 15 cherries) (Note: we might go with fresh or frozen here.) 1/4 t cream of tarter Frosting: 1/2 cup butter at room temperature (1) 8 ounce package cream cheese, softened 4 cups powdered sugar 3/4 t vanilla extract 1 cup chopped pecans (Again, we would lightly toast them). Preparation: For The Cake Cream the shortening, butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add the egg yokes, one at a time, and beat well after each addition. Add buttermilk alternately with dry ingredients, ending with flour. Stir in vanilla, coconut, pecans and cherries. Beat egg whites with cream of tartar until stiff. Fold into cake mixture. Bake in 3 greased 9 inch layer pans at 350

Italian Rum And Pastry Cream Sponge Cake
General Ingredients: 1/3 cup orange flavored liqueur ½ cup Orange Marmalade 5 T Coca Casa (Find this in the party mixer section of the grocery store. It’s an ingredient that goes well in pinà coladas), or use 3 T of crème de cacao as a substitute. 1/3 cup dark rum (These ingredients will be used at a later time) 3 egg whites 5 T Coco Casa (optional) (See above). 1/2 t vanilla ½ cup sugar Zuppa Inglese Sponge Cake Layers Ingredients: 6 eggs ¾ cup sugar 1 ¼ cups all-purpose flour ¼ t salt Pastry Cream Ingredients 1 ¾ cups heavy cream 6 egg yokes 1/3 cup sugar 3 T all-purpose flour Pinch of salt 1 oz. German Chocolate 4 T Coco Casa or crème de cacao 4 T light or dark rum 3 T orange-flavored liqueur (Cointreau, Grand Marnier, Triple Sec, etc.) Preparation for Zuppa Inglese: Heat oven to 350 degrees. For sponge cake layers: Butter and flour two 9-inch round layer pans. Beat eggs in large mixer bowl until foamy. Beat in the sugar, a couple

I Talked To My Ex In London.
She misses me she says. She tells me she slept with that friend. Finally she did something with the girl. I knew she eventually would. She says it was just for fun. I believe her cos her heart is mine. Just like my heart is hers, the only difference here is I don't sleep with others for fun.Even though her and I are not together. I am not like that, and never will be like that. I love her and only her. No one will ever touch me like that ever again. Atleast I say that now. lol UG WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD?Why did she even have to tell me. I am not with her its not my place. I don't understand her sometimes. I LOVE HER. WTF you don't tell me these things.

Italian Men . . . . . Gotta Love 'em
Italian Men An 80-year old Italian man goes to the doctor for a check-up. The doctor is amazed at what good shape the guy is in and asks, "How do you stay in such great physical condition?" I'm Italian and I am a golfer," says the old guy, "and that's why I'm in such good shape." I'm up well before daylight and out golfing up and down the fairways." "Have a glass of vino, and all is well." "Well," says the doctor, "I'm sure that helps, but there's got to be more to it. How old was your Dad when he died?" "Who said my Dad's dead?" The doctor is amazed. "You mean you're 80 years old and your Dad's still alive. How old is he?" "He's 100 years old," says the old Italian golfer. "In fact he golfed with me this morning, and then we went to the topless beach for a walk, that's why he's still alive .. he's Italian and he's a golfer too." "Well," the doctor says, "that's great, but I'm sure there's more to it than that. How about your Dad's Dad? How old was he whe

Italian Mother
ITALIAN MOTHER Mrs. Bacciagalupe comes to visit her son Anthony for dinner. Anthony lives with a female roommate, Maria. During the course of the meal, Mama can't help but notice how pretty Anthony's roommate is. She had long been suspicious of the relationship between the two, and this made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Anthony and his roommate than meets the eye. Reading his Mom's thoughts, Anthony volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Mama, Maria and I are just roommates." About a week later, Maria comes to Anthony saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver sugar bowl. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" Well, I doubt it, but I'll e-mail her, just to be sure." So he sends his Mom an email: "Dear Momma, I'm not saying that you took the sugar bowl from my house, and I'm

Italian And Russian
Italian [x ] The Godfather is a great movie. [x] Your grandmother makes her own sauce. [x] Your last name ends in a vowel. [x] You know how a real meatball tastes. [x ] You know a lot of italian songs. [] You have dark hair and dark eye color [x ] You speak some italian. [x] You are under 5'10''. [x ] besides lasagna, Pizza is the best food in the world. [x] You talk with your hands. Total = 9 Hispanic [ ] You say member instead of REmember [x] You speak some spanish. [ ] You love rice and Beans. [ ] YoU TyPe lIkE ThIs On Da CoMpUtEr. [] You are mostly dark skinned [ ] You know what a Bodega is. [x] You talk fast. [x] If you are a guy you get a shape up, If you are a girl you have had highlights or dyed your hair. Total = 3 Russian [ ] you say villain as: Vee-lon [x ] you know of somebody named Boris [x] you get cold easily [x] you get short tempered [x] white skinned [x] you are athletic [X] snow is fun for you [x ] You get into contests often [ x] Y

Italy Parliament Fights Over Transgender Mp Toilet
Italy parliament fights over transgender MP toilet Fri Oct 27, 1:36 PM ET Which bathroom should a "transgender" politician be using in parliament? The thorny question rocked Italy's lower house, home to Europe's first transvestite MP, on Friday. "You can't use this lavatory. This is the women's bathroom," Vladimir Luxuria reported being told by centre-right lawmaker Elisabetta Gardini on Friday, triggering a spat that forced the speaker of parliament to intervene. Born male, Luxuria wears women's clothes but has not had sex-change surgery. Elected for the centre-left in April, the 40-year-old former drag queen and defender of gay rights prefers to be called "she". "I have been using women's bathrooms for years. I would have never expected an attack with such violent tones," Luxuria said. "It would be very embarrassing for me to use the men's bathroom. For me, and for the men themselves." Gardini, spokeswoman for Silvio Berlusconi's Forza Italia party, said she

Italian Honeymoon
ITALIAN HONEYMOON > >> >> >> After returning from his honeymoon in Florida with his new >bride,Virginia, >> Luigi stopped by his old barbershop in Jersey to say >hello to his >> friends.Giovanni said, "Hey Luigi, how wasa da treep?" >Luigi said, >> "Everyting wasa perfecto except for da train ride down." >Whata you mean, >> Luigi?" asked Giovanni. >> Well, we boarda da train at >Grana Central Station. My beautiful Virginia, >> she pack a biga basket a >food. She broughta da vino, some nice cigars for >> me, and we were lookina >forward to da trip, and open upa da luncha basket. >> The conductore comea >by, waga his finger at us anda say, 'no eat indisa >> car. >> Musta use a >dining car.' So, me and my beautiful Virginia, we go to a >> dining car, >eat a biga lunch and starta ta open da bottle of a nice a vino! >> >> >Conductore walka by again, waga his >> finger and say, 'No drinka in disa >car! Musta use a cluba car.' So, we go >> to cluba car. While a drinki

It Always Starts The Same
It always starts the same just the right amount of resistance, but only at the entrance then you slide right in, like a welcomed home friend umm..i moan and begin to squeeze yes, just like i thought..you're ready to please in and out, steady you go that's when my juices start to flow take me extasy with your mouth on my nipples sucking me, touching me..feeling my body ripple it's been sooo long, you and i have waited this passion we share, is now demonstrated you whisper, you groan, you breathe so heavy that turns me on, you start to get sweaty just what i needed, you and only you then you flip me over and do what you do i'm panting and squirming, and loving it too! now you're socking it to me, nice and rough smacking my ass, but that's not enough i'm licking and biting and out of control and now you are ready for the rodeo show the unspoken words, our bodies will know having a hard time now keeping it steady that's when you'll know i'm just about ready before i can get there you flip

Italian Stuffed Meatloaf
Nothing better than a great easy meatloaf, all these have made and are favorite for family and friends, anyone can do it..... 2 pounds ground beef 2 eggs 1 cup bread crumbs (up to 1 1/2 cups) 1 cup grated Parmesan 1 tablespoon Italian seasoning 1 tablespoon black pepper 2 tablespoons fresh chopped parsley leaves 2 cloves garlic, minced or pressed 1 onion, diced 1/2 cup ketchup 1/4 cup Worcestershire sauce 1 cup milk 8 slices cheddar 8 slices baked ham 8 slices bacon Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In a large mixing bowl, combine ground beef, eggs, breadcrumbs, Parmesan cheese, herbs, garlic, onion, ketchup, Worcestershire. Mix well, gradually adding the milk (if it seems too moist, add bread crumbs until it is a consistency that will form a loaf without flattening. Spray a large baking or roasting pan with a non-stick spray and press the meatloaf out. Layer cheese slices and ham, covering the center line of the meatloaf, then close it together and

It All Starts With This
There is little doubt that I cannot abet rules. I don't depise them, in a sociopathic kind of way. I simply suck at follwing them. For example, blogging actually has become an issue in my personal life. My girlfriend began reading every blog that I posted on Myspace, and my Yahoo 360 account, and took to the habit of over analyzing every word that I typed. We fought incessantly over this, and I quit blogging just to silence all of the drama. But, as you can see, I didn't follow any rule. I just found a way around it! Never forget this about me and we'll get along famously! Creating a first blog, in my present state of mind might not be the most logical of choices. I have definitely had a few beers. OK. Maybe more than a few. Which will rob me of much of my common sense and articulation. And to top that off, I spent a good portion of the night having really intense sex, with said girlfriend. That means that my sexuality is compromised as well. Yet, even with these handicaps in pla

Italian Ham And Pasta Salad
Prep Time:30 min Start to Finish:6 hr 30 min Makes:6 servings Salad 1 box (9 oz) Green Giant® frozen broccoli cuts 3 1/2 cups uncooked bow-tie (farfalle) pasta (7 oz) 1 lb cooked ham, cut into julienne strips 1/2 medium green bell pepper, chopped (1/2 cup) 2 tablespoons finely chopped onions Classic Italian Dressing 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese 1/4 cup olive or vegetable oil 2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley 1 tablespoon chopped fresh basil leaves or 1 teaspoon dried basil leaves 1 teaspoon chopped fresh oregano leaves or 1/4 teaspoon dried oregano leaves 1 teaspoon chopped fresh marjoram leaves or 1/4 teaspoon dried marjoram leaves 1 teaspoon ground mustard 1/8 teaspoon pepper 2 tablespoons lemon juice 2 tablespoons white vinegar 1 clove garlic, finely chopped 1. Cook broccoli and pasta separately as directed on packages; drain. Rinse pasta with cold water; drain. 2. In large bowl, mix all dressing ingredients until well blended. Add broccoli, pasta and al

Italian Divorce Court
ITALIAN DIVORCE COURT ITALIAN DIVORCE COURT Angelina and Giuseppi were standing before the judge in divorce court. Angelina says: "Your honor, we beena marry 25 years ana Giuseppi he always picka his nose ana when we maka love he a never letsa me on topa. I justa canna taka dis nomore."

Italian Herb-roasted Lamb
Recipe Rating: Prep Time: 5 min Total Time: 3 hr 5 min Makes: 8 servings 1 cup KRAFT Zesty Italian Dressing 1/2 cup dry red wine 3 cloves garlic, minced 1 Tbsp. dried rosemary leaves 2 tsp. dried thyme leaves 1 tsp. salt 1 tsp. pepper 1 butterflied leg of lamb (about 3 lb.) MIX dressing, wine, garlic, herbs and seasonings. Pour over meat in large resealable plastic bag; seal bag. Turn bag over several times to evenly coat meat. Refrigerate several hours or overnight, turning occasionally. PREHEAT oven to 350°F. Place meat on rack in roasting pan. BAKE 50 min. to 1 hour or until instant read thermometer reaches 160°F. Let stand 10 min. before slicing. Garnish with fresh rosemary, if desired. KRAFT KITCHENS TIPS How to Select Lamb Look for lamb that is pinkish red and has a velvety texture. Dark red meat usually indicates the meat is older. NUTRITION INFORMATION Nutrition (per serving) Calories 250 Total fat 14g Saturated fat 3g

Italians Do It Better!
FRIENDS VS. ITALIAN FRIENDS FRIENDS: Never ask for food ITALIAN FRIENDS: bring food whenever they come over. FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents mom and dad. FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Cry with you. FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long you forget it was yours then borrow itback. FRIENDS: know a few things about you. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Could write a book about you. (but wouldn't) FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds' ass that left you. FRIENDS: Would knock on your door ITALIAN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "Yo, I! 'm here !" FRIENDS: Are for a while. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Are for life. FRIENDS: Will ignore this. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Will share this.

Italian Ricotta Torte
Ingredients: * 8 eggs, separated * 1-1/2 cups sugar, divided * 1-1/2 cups ground blanched almonds * 2/3 cup all-purpose flour * 2/3 cup HERSHEY'S Cocoa * 1 teaspoon baking soda * 1/2 teaspoon salt * 1/2 cup water * 2 teaspoons vanilla extract * 1/2 teaspoon almond extract * RICOTTA CHERRY FILLING(recipe follows) * COCOA WHIPPED CREAM(recipe follows) * candied cherries or sliced almonds(optional) Directions: 1. Heat oven to 375°F. Grease bottoms of two 9-inch round baking pans; line with wax paper. Grease wax paper lining, leaving sides of pans ungreased. 2. Beat egg yolks in large bowl on medium speed of mixer 3 minutes. Gradually add 1 cup sugar, beating another 2 minutes. Stir together almonds, flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt; add alternately with water to egg yolk mixture, beating on low speed just until blended. Stir in vanilla and almond extracts. 3. Beat egg whites in large bowl until foamy. Gradually

It All Fits So Right When I Fade Into The Night So Come With Me Don't Ask Me Where 'cause I Don't Know
I see your sister in her Sunday dress She's out to please She pouts her best She's out to take No need to try She's ready to make It's so easy, easy When everybody's tryin' to please me baby It's so easy, easy When everybody's tryin' to please me Cars are crashin' every night I drink n'drive everything's in sight I make the fire But I miss the firefight I hit the bull's eye every night It's so easy, easy When everybody's tryin' to please me baby Yeah it's so easy, easy When everybody's tryin' to please me So easy But nothin' seems to please me It all fits so right When I fade into the night See me hit you You fall down I see you standin' there You think you're so cool Why don't you just Fuck off Ya get nothin' for nothin' If that's what ya do Turn around bitch I got a use for you Besides you ain't got nothin' better to do And I'm bored It's so easy, easy When everybody's tryin' to please me baby It's so easy, easy When everybody'

Italy
ok so im in italy having fun dont know how much ill be on here though after today i doubt ill be coming home im having alot of fun and im going to miss alot of people and you know who you are so thats all i got to say later jake

Italian Boy's Confession
An old classic. . "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl". The priest asks, "Is that you, little Johnny Parisi?" "Yes, Father, it is." "And who was the girl you were with?" "I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation." "Well, Johnny, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?" "I cannot say." "Was it Teresa Volpe?" "I'll never tell." "Was it Nina Capelli?" "I'm sorry, but I cannot name her." "Was it Cathy Piriano?" "My lips are sealed." "Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?" "Please, Father, I cannot tell you." The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped, Johnny Parisi, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself." Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Nino slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?" "4 months vacation and five good leads."

Italy Allows Twice As Many Caanabis Patients As The Us
Medical Use of Marijuana Divides Italyby Francesca Colombo, IPS NewsDecember 8th, 2006MILAN, Dec 8 (Tierramérica) - In Italy just 10 ill people have authorisation to use marijuana as therapy against pain. But that number could grow in the coming months if parliament approves a law for using this usually illegal plant for medical purposes. Federico Fantoni, 58, is a doctor -- and a quadriplegic. For the past eight years he has used a wheelchair and suffers pain in his arms due to muscle contraction caused by his illness. To fight the pain he tried all possible medications, including opium patches, but he couldn't stand the side effects. After learning more about the therapeutic use of marijuana (Cannabis sativa), he decided to try it. "In five hours I didn't feel any discomfort," he said in testimony for the Italian Association for Therapeutic Cannabis. That group is part of the International Association for Cannabis as Medicine, whose objective is to improve the legal framework around

Italian Boy's Confession
ITALIAN BOY'S CONFESSION Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been having sex with a loose woman. The priest asks, "Is that you, little Johnny Parisi? Yes, Father, it is. And who was the woman you were with? I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation. Well, Johnny, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti? I cannot say. Was it Teresa Volpe? I'll never tell. Was it Nina Capelli? I'm sorry but I cannot name her. Was it Cathy Piriano? My lips are sealed. Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then? Please, Father, I cannot tell you. The priest sighs in frustration. You're very tight lipped, Johnny Parisi, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself. Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Nino slides over and whispers, What'd you get? Four months vacat

Italian Witchcraft
Stregheria, (La Vecchia Religione), also know as the Old Religion, is Italian witchcraft. The tradition began in the mid-14th Century with the teachings of Aradia, the Holy Strega. This was based upon a much earlier system of beliefs, dating back to the pre-Etruscian Italians. It is a worship of the "Source of All Things", through the personification of the Goddess and God. There are many things that are similar between Stregheria & Wicca. Strega uses nature in all of its teachings. Naure is considered the "Great Teacher". There is a deep history based upon Aradia's Teachings, as well as a prophecy given to us in the Mythos, which speaks of the coming "Age of Daughter", when reason will rule. The Stregan view of the afterlife is that we return to the Realm of Luna as the moon waxes, and return to Earth as the moon wanes. When we are ready, we pass through the Sun to be made into our new bodies for our return to the Stars. We have the Grigori, who are the Watchers, and Guardians o

I Talked To Her
the chick that took it all away and stole what was mine. it seems shes been fucked the same way that i have and now she wants a shoulder to cry on but im not gonna let her be all alone like i was ive been there and it sucks to be kicked to the side and pregnant and royaly fucked with out a place to go.so now she knows what itried to tell her ..what people triedd to tell me ..but nw she understands ..im sorry

The Italian Kid Who "loved" Me....
Some time ago, I was wandering around Craigslist.org, because I was looking for recommendations for a hotel in London. I came across an ad from a young Italian kid who wanted to find a roommate for his stay there. He was only 20 years old, and his purpose was to get out from under the Parental Unit, and to experience the world a bit, before he went to work in his father's jewelry store full time. He chose London for his six month so-journ so that he could improve his English. Poor Alberto! His advert was so badly worded it was hardly decipherable. But I'm a writer and to me, it was all very clear what he wanted. So I re-wrote the ad for him and I sent it to him by email. Then I promptly forgot about it. Yesterday I forgot to pick up the mail. (I'm pretty forgetful. And forgettable, frankly.) I wasn't feeling well yesterday so I barely poked my nose outside the front door. I went out there a few minutes ago and there's a package. From Florence, Italy. I thought, "I do

Italian Pasta Diet!!-- It Really Works
1. You walka pasta DA bakery. 2. You walka pasta DA candy store. 3. You walka pasta DA ice cream shop. 4. You walka pasta DA table and fridge. You will lose weight! For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies. 1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. 2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. 3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. 4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. 5. The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. CONCLUSION Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

The Italian Bride
WEDDING JOKE THE ITALIAN BRIDE Maria had just got married and, being a traditional Italian, she was still a virgin. On her wedding night, staying at her mother's house, she was very nervous. Her mother reassured her; "Don't worry, Maria, Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take care of you. Meanwhile, I'll be making pasta." So, up she went. When she got upstairs, Tony took off his shirt and exposed his hairy chest. Maria ran downstairs to her mother and says, "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a big hairy chest." "Don't worry, Maria," says the mother, "all good men have hairy chests. Go upstairs. He'll take good care of you." So, up she went again. When she got up in the bedroom, Tony took off his pants exposing his hairy legs. Again, Maria ran downstairs to her mother. "Mama, Mama, Tony took off his pants and he's got hairy legs!" "Don't worry! All good men have hairy legs. Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take good care of you." So, up she went again.

The Italian Man
An Italian man wants a job, but the foreman won't hire him until he passes a little math test. "Here's your first question," the foreman said. "Without using numbers, represent the number 9." "Without numbers?" the Italian says, "Datsa easy." and he proceeds to draw three trees. "What's this?" the boss asks. "Ave you got no brain? Tree and tree and tree makea nine," says the Italian. "Fair enough," says the boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99." The Italian stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree. "Ere a you go." The boss scratches his head and says, "How on earth do you get that to represent 99 ?" "Ea ch of da trees isa dirty now. So, it's dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Dat is 99." The boss is getting worried that he's going to actually have to hi re this Italian, so he says, "All right, last question. S

An Italian,a Bum,and Gay Guy In The Hell
There were three guys in hell. an Italian guy , a bum and a gay guy. One day the devil says to them I'm gonna give you one more chance on Earth, but you can't have your favorite thing. "Italian guy, you can't have any pizza. Bum, you can never shag money again. Gay guy, you can never have sex with another man." So the devil sends them back to Earth and they wind up in front of a pizza shop. The Italian guy just can't control himself and he runs in and eats a piece of pizza, POOF! Now the gay guy and the bum are walking down the street and the gay guy spots a $100 bill and points it out to the bum. The bum bends over and picks it up with the gay guy behind him and, POOF!... POOF!

Italian Artist Guido Daniele
Here's one for you... When Italian artist Guido Daniele was hired by an advertising agency to create body painting of animals, he loved the idea. "I researched each animal in depth to see how I could transfer it to a hand, and then set about bringing it to life." The hardest part of his job is watching his creations disappear down the drain after they're photographed. "I'm getting used to it," Daniele shrugs. "At least I get to start each day with a fresh canvas." Guido Daniele lives and works in Milan. (Here is him and some of his hand art.. simply amazing) ENJOY!

It All Adds Up To 11
It All adds up to 11. The date of the World Trade Centre attack: 9/11 - 9+1=11 September 11th is the 254 th day of the year: 2+5+4=11 After September 11th there are 111 days left to the end of the year. Twin Towers - standing side by side, looks like the number 11. The first plane to hit the Towers was flight 11. The State of New York - is the 11 state added to the Union. >New York City - 11 Letters Afghanistan - 11 Letters The Pentagon - 11 Letters Flight 11 - 92 on board - 9+2=11 Flight 77-65 on board-6+5=11

Italian Meat Sauce
12 pounds of chopped tomatoes (peeled and stems removed and cored, measures about 24 cups of tomatoes) 2 tab sugar 1 tab dried oregano, crushed 1 tab dried thyme, crushed 1 tab salt 1/2 teas.pepper 2 bay leaves 1 pound ground beef 2 cups chopped onion 1 cup chopped green pepper 2 cloves of garlic, minced Place chopped tomatoes in a colander for few minutes to drain off excess liquid. In 8 to 10 quart kettle or dutch oven, combine drained chopped tomatoes, sugar, oregano, thyme, salt, pepper and bay leaves. Boil tomato mixture gently uncovered, about 1 hour. Strain through a food mill or if you dont have a food mill you can use a blender on puree.Add puree back to pot and boil gently uncovered about another hour or till mixture is of desired consistency. While that is cooking, in a skillet place ground beef chopped onion, green pepper and garlic till meat is browned and onion and green pepper is tender. Drain off excess fat. Add meat to puree in pot and simmer.

Italians Do.......
Italians have a $40,000. kitchen, but use the $259 stove from Sears in the basement to cook. There is some sort of religious statue in the hallway, living room, bedroom, front porch and backyard. The living room is filled with old wedding favors with poofy net bows and stale almonds (they are too pretty to open). A portrait of the Pope and Frank Sinatra hang in the dining room. God forbid if anyone EVER attempted to eat Chef Boy-are-dee, Franco American, Ragu, Prego or anything else in a jar or can (tomato paste is the exception). Meatballs are made with Pork, Veal and Beef. We are Italians; we don't care about cholesterol. Turkey is served on Thanksgiving, AFTER the manicotti, gnocchi, lasagna and soup. If anyone EVER says ES-CAROLE, slap 'em in the face -- it's SHCAROLE. If they ever say ITALIAN WEDDING SOUP, let the idiot know that there is no wedding, nor is there an Italian in the soup. Also, the tiny meatballs must be made by hand. No matter how hard you know you we

Italked To My Friend /performing Madness
i talked to my friend ryan about going to a show last night and i fell zasleep and had a dream that i was performing heheh it wasso fun i miss it sooo much and my friend percy want me tyo come work with her in hollywood as some fucking naughty chick at the place she works heheheh i must say im very temted it sounds fun.ive been thinking about naughty ); i havent felt good becauseof my ear so no naughty for me.in my dream i also went through this area of peope who wouldnt except outsiders how crazy like 20 different groups. and i ended up at this store mostly girly shit like fuxxy pink books and then i came to this section where they had really pretty dresses and toy guns so i took my pants off and got 2 guns and put the gun belt on it was fucking awsome and then my friend i was with played with them and i tried on a couplre dresses with my boots hahah yea tankgirlesk i guess hahah it was strange... im horny

It All Started Simply Enough...
(Originally posted Friday, April 7, 2006)I was going through a website that shows the last 40 images from LiveJournal (the website is at http://www.fuzzysquid.com/LJ.php in case you're interested) when I came across a pentacle. I clicked on it to see what page would show up and it was a link to a religious quiz. I took it and, well, here are my results: You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.Satanism 100%atheism 75%Islam 67%Buddhism 63%Paganism 63%agnosticism 50%Hinduism 42%Judaism

Italian
Subject: Italian An 18 year old Italian girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for 2 months. Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit. The test result shows that the girl is pregnant. Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, "who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!" The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later, a Ferrari stops in front of their house. A mature and distinguished man with gray hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of the of the Ferrari and enters the house. He sits in the living room with the father, mother, and the girl and tells them: "Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge. I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life. Additionally,

It All Started With Men Of Course!
Okay, Okay, it all makes sense now... I never looked at it this way before: MENtal illness MENstrual cramps MENtal breakdown MENopause GUYnecologist AND .. When we have REAL trouble, it's a HISterectomy. Ever notice how all of women's problems start with MEN?

Italian Pride
You Know You're Italian When.... You have a nonna. You eat Sunday dinner at 2:00 You know what a rice ball really tastes like. Your car has a green red and a white bow with a horn attached on the mirror! You know the words to Dominick the Donkey! On Christmas Eve you eat only fish Your favorite slow song: Ti Amo "Fuhggettaboutit" The Godfather is your role model You love Nutella...anytime... Your nonna's meat balls are the best You always dress to impress You always gotta have a clean pair of Fila's You love Versace, Gucci, Prada, Armani, just cause there Italian. Favorite movies: Godfather, Good Fellas, Bronx Tale, The Last Don... and you live by them. Guys gotta respect their women...or else... You've been hit with a wooden spoon or had a shoe thrown at you by either your mother or your nonna. Pasta, pasta, pasta everyday. Your father owns 5 houses, has $300,000 in the bank, but still drives a 76 Monte Carlo. You share a b

It All Starts With You
Punky@ CherryTAP Punky has this quote on a blast and I wrote her this comment.... Your Blast quote, "There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level." by Jim Morrison.... is true. If one does not have a solid reality, you will place too much importance on the opinions of others and on your reputation which lies in the opinions of others and is out of your control and none of your business. If you do not love, accept, trust, have security in, have happiness in, have validation in and have serenity in yourself; you will place too much importance on others and circumstances outside of yourself for those things and will always be disappointed because everyone else will come and go in your life, but you ALWAYS have your Self, 24/7. This is why it is true when you hear "You have to love yourself and be happy with yourself before you can love and be happy with others."

Italian And English
denunciato Anche. la gente ha un grande rapporto con quello che allineare amano. Come potete fidarti di quella persona con il vostro cuore. Sapendo che forse l'un giorno sarà rotto. Il mio tema è. Y fa strappare a qualcuno il vostro cuore nei peaces quando vostro tring per conservare un rapporto ma non lasciato che la persona glie l'prende? Ho tante domande. Ma non abbastanza risposta per rispondere a quelle domande che la I, personaly vuole ha chiesto. Conoscere la mia persona che sono inlove con sta andando sempre amarlo ed essere là ma che cosa circa le mie sensibilità circa determinate situazioni. Che genere di persona è l'amore della persona i? Dose allineare lo ama? Queste domande sono qualcosa che prenda in considerazione. Il mio cuore è una bomba a orologeria e vuole la ferita di u esso. Lo danneggiate che e non sta andando essere riparato da voi o è esso che va essere sostituito con me che sono con voi. troverò qualcuno che resepct me n lo ami. Sapendo che tutto io lo ha giù

Italian Vacation
A woman goes to Italy to attend a 2-week, company training session. Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip. The wife answers : "Thank you honey, what would you like me to bring for you?" The husband laughs and says: "An Italian girl !!!" The woman kept quiet and left. Two weeks later he picks her up in the airport and asks: "So, honey, how was the trip?" "Very good, thank you." "And, what happened to my present?" "Which present?" She asked. "The one I asked for - an Italian girl!!" "Oh, that" she said "Well, I did what I could, now we have to wait for nine months to see if it is a girl !!!" Moral of the story: Don't tempt a woman, we are far too intelligent!

It All Falls To Hell
my life at this moment is seriously pissing me off i am living with my mom who may ave to get locked up 4 a year my grandfather is makeing me live with him and has just kicked my bf out i wanted to leave with my bf but couldnt... i have the responsabilty of two horses on my hands but its all good when my mom is out and its all back to normal my bf will come back to va so its just a matter of waiting and surviving through all the bull shit we all have to put up with

It Always Amazes Me Lol
It always amazes me how some people are so quick to judge othes when for : 1 they have no clue about anything 2 they basicly are hypocrites 3 where never tought manners they where raised as low life trailer trash and think they are the shit !!! LMFAO !!! for example how someone can rate someones photos a 3 and dont have one of there own LOL ... they are probably BUTT ASS UGLY and to stupid to even borrow one ... LOL!!! Whell I guess you can't pleaze everyone ... but people like that should shut the fuck up and keep there comments to themselves. the fact that the ass whip even took the time to rate me tells me the low life has no life and is jelious..

The Italian Tomato Garden
An old man lives in the country, alone. He wanted to dig his tomato garden, but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who was used to help him was in prison. Te old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament. Gets kinda funni from here. hehe Dear Vincent, Im feeling pretty badly, cause it looks like I wont be able to plant my tomato garden this year. Im getting to old to be digging up the tomato plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig up the plot for me. Love Dad A few days later he received a letter form his son. Dear Dad, Dont dig up the garden. Thats where i buried the bodies. Love Vinnie At 4 am, police and F.B.I. agents dug up the whole area, not finding any bodies, they appologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received a letter from his son. Dear Dad, Go ahead and plant those tomatoes now, That was the best I could do

It All Starts...the First Night
on the street... ok, i was just reciently kicked out of my home (at the time because for some odd reason im always moving) and I quite litteraly was on the street for about 20 days or so...it didn't really bother me at all...idk {everythings stable at the momment...im still homeless ive found so really good people to stay with untill im sent off to job corps in OR...but thats a different story} The first night... The first night i decided not to freak out and to just take things as they came...which is pretty much how i live my life, a really good book to read is The Way Of Failure by Mariana Caplan...back to the story...I remember a mutral friend dropped me off at the gas station across from walmart on forest drive and at that moment i felt like this is really happening i guess i was second guess myself thinking that she was bluffing but on the other hand i prepared myself for the worse...so i got out of the car and said good bye. I didnt have my stuff with me because i n

Italian Sausage & Chicken One-dish
Prep/Cook Time: 25 minutes Serves: 4 Ingredients: 1 lb. sweet Italian pork sausage, casing removed 1 medium green pepper, cut into strips 2 cups Prego® Roasted Chicken Pasta Sauce 3 cups cooked regular long-grain white rice 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese Directions: COOK sausage in skillet until browned. Add green pepper and cook until sausage is done. Pour off fat. ADD pasta sauce and rice and heat through. Top with cheese.

Italian Herbed Chicken & Penne Pasta
Prep/Cook Time: 25 minutes Serves: 4 Ingredients: 1 3/4 cups Swanson® Chicken Broth (regular, Natural Goodness™ or Certified Organic) 6 sun-dried tomatoes * 1 tbsp. olive oil 1 lb. skinless, boneless chicken breasts, cut into strips 2 cups sliced mushrooms 1/2 tsp. minced fresh garlic 1 tbsp. all-purpose flour 1/2 tsp. Italian seasoning, crushed 1 cup packed, coarsely chopped fresh spinach 4 cups hot cooked medium tube-shaped (penne) pasta Grated Parmesan cheese Directions: PLACE broth and tomatoes in microwavable measuring cup. Microwave on HIGH for 2 minutes. Let stand for 5 minutes. Remove tomatoes and cut up. Reserve broth. HEAT oil in large nonstick skillet. Add chicken and cook until browned, stirring often. ADD mushrooms and garlic and cook until tender. Stir in flour and Italian seasoning. Cook and stir for 1 minute. ADD tomatoes and broth. Cook and stir until mixture boils and thickens. Stir in spinach and pasta. Serve with cheese. TIP: *Yo

Italian Marinated Chicken
Marinating Time: 30 minutes Cook Time: 15 minutes Serves: 6 Ingredients: 1 3/4 cups Swanson® Chicken Broth (regular, Natural Goodness™ or Certified Organic) 1 tbsp. canned diced tomatoes, drained 1 tsp. grated Parmesan cheese 1/2 tsp. Italian seasoning, crushed 1/4 tsp. garlic powder 6 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves Directions: MIX broth, tomatoes, cheese, Italian seasoning and garlic powder in a shallow nonmetallic dish. Add chicken and turn to coat. Cover and refrigerate for 30 min. Remove chicken from broth mixture. GRILL or broil chicken for 15 min. or until done, turning and brushing often with broth mixture. Discard remaining broth mixture. TIP: Note: Swanson® Seasoned Chicken Broth with Italian Herbs is no longer available. Campbell's Kitchen has modified this recipe with chicken broth to deliver the same great dish you enjoyed. Nutrition Information Nutritional Values per Serving with Swanson® Chicken Broth: Calories 145, Total Fat 3g,

Italian Style Meat Loaf Or Meatballs
1 lb. ground chuck 3/4 c. Italian seasoned bread crumbs 2 tbsp. grated Parmesan cheese 1 egg 1 sm. can tomato sauce sm. amount olive oil for frying Mix ground chuck, bread crumbs, Parmesan cheese and egg. Shape loaf or meat balls. For meatballs, fry until brown in enough olive oil to keep balls from sticking to pan. For meat loaf place in pan. Pour tomato sauce over loaf. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes to 1 hour.

The Italian Shoes
. Italian's New Shoes . . . Paolo Piaia walks to work 20 blocks every day and passes a shoe store. Each day he stops and looks in the window and admires a certain pair of Bocceli leather shoes. He wants those shoes so much it's all he can think about. After 2 months he saves $300 to buy them. Every Friday night the Italian community gets together at a dance at the Veneto Club, so Paolo seizes the opportunity to wear his new Bocceli leather shoes to the dance. He asks Sophia to dance, and as they dance he asks her, "Sophia, do you wear red panties tonight" ? "Yes, Paolo, I do wear red panties tonight, but how do you know"? Paolo replies, "I see the reflection in my new $300 Bocceli leather shoes. How do you like them"? Next he asks Rosato dance, and after a few minutes he says to her,"Rosa, do you wear white panties tonight"? Rosa answers, "Yes, Paolo, I do, But how do you know that"? He answers, "I see the reflection in my new $300 Bocceli leather

Italian Codfish
1 lb. codfish fillets 1 8 oz. can Italian stewed tomatoes 1/2 green pepper 1/2 yellow onion mild olive oil paprika Thinly slice onion. Chop green onion into small cubes; place onion slices into a a shallow, square casserole dish. Place pepper cubes on top of onion slices. Drizzle a small amount of olive oil over onion and peppers. Place in a preheated over at 350°F for about 4 minutes or until softened. Remove from oven and place fish fillets over the top of onions and peppers. Drizzle more olive oil over fish. Chop the stewed tomatoes into small pieces and pour tomatoes with sauce over fish. Put a shake of paprika over entire dish. Return to 350°F oven for 10 minutes or until fish is flaky. Serve hot.

Italian Meat Loaf
1 1/2 lbs. ground beef 1 c. Italian bread crumb s 3/4 c. chopped onions 1 can Progresso tomato sauce 2 eggs, slightly beaten 1 1/4 tsp. salt Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In large bowl combine beef, bread crumbs, onions, tomato sauce, eggs and salt. Mix just until blended. In shallow pan shape meat into 9x5x3 loaf. Bake until meat loaf is cooked through, about 45-50 minutes. Sprinkle with shredded Mozzarella cheese, if desired. Bake 5 minutes longer. Remove from oven; let stand 5 minutes before serving. Yield: 6 portions.

Italian Minestra
10 c. water 7 large cloves garlic 2 T olive oil and 2 T salt pork chopped 2 to 3 sprigs parsley, cut 1/2 lb. sopressatto, proscuitto, 2 chicken legs, and 2 italian sausages (or use any combination of a proscuitto bone or ham bone or 2 chicken legs and two italian sausages, sliced) 1-2 heads escarole 1/2 pound linguine or other pasta Salt to taste Pepper 1/2 c. cooked or frozen Great Northern or limas or cannellini beans 1/2 tablespoon chopped fresh oregano leaves 2 leaves fresh basil Fry out chopped salt pork in olive oil. Add thickly sliced garlic, parsley or flakes, and basil and chopped meat or brown whole chicken legs if using chicken. When meat begins to color, add water to cover and reduce heat to simmer. Leave on back burner or in crock-pot for several hours over very low heat. Cook until potatoes are very soft. In a few hours, taste and adjust seasoning. Add water as needed during cooking to keep meat in broth. A half hour before soup is done, boil 1/2 pound pasta

Italian Muffaletta
1 sm. jar olive oil 1 lg. salad olives 2 tsp. oregano 4 cloves garlic, minced 1 tsp. parsley Mix all above ingredients (don't drain olives). Let set. Po-boy (French) bread Ham Hard salami Swiss cheese Shredded lettuce Slice bread. Spoon sauce mixture on bread. Top with cheese, ham, salami and lettuce.

Italian Meatballs
ITALIAN MEATBALLS Printed from COOKS.COM 1 lb. ground beef 1 egg 1 c. bread crumbs (Italian seasoned) 1/2 c. milk 2 tsp. grated Parmesan cheese (optional) 1/2 tsp. oregano 1 tsp. parsley flakes 1 tsp. onion flakes, powder or salt 1/2 tsp. garlic powder Combine ingredients. Shape into 1 1/2 inch meatballs. Place in covered skillet (fry pan) in oven 15 minutes (325-350 degrees). Do not overcook. Turn meatballs over. Cook for another 15 minutes. Drain liquid. Place meatballs in desired spaghetti sauce. Heat until sauce is hot and serve.

Italian Sausages With Ratatouille
Olive oil 1 medium chopped onion, roughly chopped 2 cloves garlic, thinly sliced 1/2 pound of zucchini, cut into 1/2-inch dice 1 small eggplant, unpeeled, cut into 1/2-inch dice (1 lb or less) 1/2 red bell pepper, cut into 1/2-inch dice 1/2 green bell pepper, cut into 1/2-inch dice 1/2 yellow bell pepper, cut into 1/2-inch dice 1 pound of fresh tomatoes, skinned and chopped (or 1 14.5-oz can diced tomatoes) 1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt 1/4 teaspoon black pepper 1/8 teaspoon red pepper flakes 3/4 pound of sweet or old fashioned Italian sausages (you can use hot, but if you do, don't add the red pepper flakes) 4 sprigs of thyme 1 sprig of rosemary 1 Preheat oven to 400°F. Using a large oven-proof pan over medium-high heat, sauté onions in olive oil until they begin to soften, about 5 minutes. Add garlic and reduce heat to low. 2 While the onions and garlic are cooking over low heat, put 2 tablespoons of olive oil in a another large skillet over high heat. As soon as th

The Italian Bride
Maria had just gotten married and, being a traditional Italian, she was a Virgin. On the wedding night, staying at her mother's house, she was very Nervous. Her mother reassured the daughter; "Don't worry, Maria, Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take care of you. Mean while, I'll be making pasta." When she got upstairs, Tony took off his shirt and exposed his hairy chest. Maria ran downstairs to her mother and says, "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a big Hairy chest." "Don't worry, Maria," says the mother, "All good men have hairy chests. Go Upstairs. He'll take good care of you." When she got up in the bedroom, Tony took off his pants exposing his hairy Legs. Again, Maria ran downstairs to her mother. "Mama Mama, Tony took off his Pants and he's got hairy legs!" "Don't worry! All good men have hairy legs. Tony's a good man. Go upstairs And he'll take good care of you." When she got there, Tony took off his socks and on his lef

Italian Police Seek Huge Breasted Woman
Well what else is new??? Who DOESN'T seek Huge breasted women?? Italian Police Seek Huge Breasted Woman The 46-year-old woman, who has been identified only by her initials AM, slipped out of her hospital bed following the surgery and disappeared. Doctors at the clinic in Rome say that apart from the unpaid bill they are also concerned for her health as she requires close monitoring following the surgery. Dr Jamal Salhi said: "She told me that she needed the surgery because she worked in a hostess bar and that clients preferred big chested women. "She went from a size four to a size eight which is the largest you can get in Italy. When she came to my surgery she said: "I want the biggest chest possible." "'It has since emerged that she gave false information when she arrived at the clinic and apart from running off without paying, as with any surgery she needs to be monitored afterwards." Dr Salhi then revealed it was not the first time he had been the victim of a fraudster

Italian Mother...
Mrs. Bacciagalupe comes to visit her son Anthony for dinner. Anthony lives with a female roommate, Maria. During the course of the meal, Momma can't help but notice how pretty Anthony's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of the relationship between the two, and this made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Anthony and his roommate than meets the eye. Reading his Mom's thoughts, Anthony volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Mama, Maria and I are just roommates." About a week later, Maria comes to Anthony saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver sugar bowl. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" "Well, I doubt it, but I'll e-mail her, just to be sure." So he sends his Mom an email: "Dear Momma, I'm not saying that you took the sugar bowl from my house, and I'm not saying that you didn't take it. Bu

I Talk To Angels
She never mentions the word addiction In certain company Yes, shell tell you shes an orphan After you meet her family She paints her eyes as black as night, now Pulls those shades down tight Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes, The pains gonna make everything alright Says she talks to angels, They call her out by her name She talks to angels, Says they call her out by her name She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket She wears a cross around her neck Yes, the hair is from a little boy And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet Says she talks to angels, Says they all know her name Oh yeah, she talks to angels, Says they call her out by her name She dont know no lover, None that I ever seen Yes, to her that aint nothing But to me, yeah me, Its everything She paints her eyes as black as night now She pulls those shades down tight Oh yeah, theres a smile when the pain comes, The pains gonna make everything alright, alright yeah She ta

Italian Math Test
An Italian man wants a job, but the foreman won't hire him until he passesa little math test. "Here's your first question," the foreman said. "Without using numbers, represent the number 9." "Without numbers?" the Italian says, "Datsa easy." and he proceeds to draw three trees. "What's this?" the boss asks. "Ave you got no brain? Tree and tree and tree make a nine," says the Italian. "Fair enough," says the boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99." The Italian stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree. "Ere you go." The boss scratches his head and says, "How on earth do you get that to represent 99?" "Each of da trees is dirty now. So, it's dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Dat is 99." The boss is getting worried that he's going to actually have to hire this Italian, so he says, "All right, last question. Same rules again

~~italian Men~~
ciao bella.................:P ONLY AN ITALIAN MAN CAN MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A WOMAN... On a recent transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing struck by lightning. One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. 'I'm too young to die,' she wails. Then she yells,'Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?' For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then a Italian man stands up i n the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt. - one button at a time. .......No one moves. .......He removes his shirt. .....Muscles ripple across his che

Italian Superenalotto 2007 ( It Is Loser!!!! Fake Email)
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An Italian grandmother is giving directions to her grown grandson Anthony who is coming to visit with his wife Maria. You comma to de front door of the apartmenta. I am inna apartmenta 301 . There issa bigga panel at the front door. With you elbow pusha button 301. I will Buzza you in. Come inside, the elevator is on the right. Get in, and with you elbow pusha 3. When you get out, I'mma on the left. With you elbow, hit my doorbell. Grandma, that sounds easy, but, why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow? What . . . . . . . .. You coming empty handed?

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Stereotypical italians - my mom's side All they do is argue and mask their insecurities talking about others. The guests leave and they quickly start crticizing how fat she was or that double chin slightly visible. They lack rational thought and just prefer to carry down the traditional insecure attitude from their idiot ancestors. I can tell Italians didn't invent the fucking wheel. Fucking idiots.

Italian Delight
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2 eggs, slightly beaten 1/2 cup seasoned bread crumbs 1/4 cup Parmesan cheese 1 can tomato sauce 1 tsp. Italian seasoning 1/4 tsp. garlic powder Dip chicken breasts in eggs, then crumb mixture. To make the crumb mixture, combine the bread crumbs and the Parmesan cheese. Microwave in 1 1/2 quart casserole, loosely covered with wax paper, for 5 minutes. Turn over and cover with sauce. To make the sauce, combine the tomato sauce, Italian seasoning and garlic powder. Put over top of chicken; cover loosely and cook for 4 minutes. Place slices of Mozzarella cheese on each chicken breast and cook 2 minutes. Let stand 3 to 4 minutes, covered

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An Old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato garden, but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament: Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty badly because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me. Love, Dad A few days later he received a letter from his son: Dear Dad, Don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the bodies. Love, Vinnie At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son

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The crystal clear blue waters of the mediterranean break upon the eastern shoreline during another cloudless day of cappuccinos and amore while the local vendors close their market booths and leave content from a grueling day of haggling prices. In a dimly lit alley you can see the children take to sport, playing the vastly adored national fan favorite game of "Futball" with anything they might be able to use as a ball whether it be a softball, tin can, rock, or if they are extremely lucky an actual tattered soccer ball that they carried away from some dump site. A typical day from a past memory that I choose to never forget or let linger to long for chance of a sorrowful tear that may travel down my cheek The aroma of a local cafe brewing its morning espresso brings back thoughts of an easier time when you did not have to watch every step your child makes in dread that someone will cause them harm, where I can not recall a single racist remark or fear of walking down the wrong st

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Italian Grilled Chicken Sandwiches Though you can marinate the chicken cutlets and veggies for up to three hours, the flavors develop quickly. That means you can get the marinade going and then light the grill, and dinner's almost done! Credit: Wish-Bone Servings: 4 Ingredients: * 1 cup Wish-Bone Italian Dressing * 1 pound skinless, boneless chicken breast cutlets * 1 small eggplant, cut into 1/2-inch-thick slices (about 3/4 pound) * 1 medium zucchini, cut diagonally into 1/4-inch-thick slices (about 1/2 pound) * Green leaf lettuce * 1 package (8 ounces) fresh mozzarella cheese, sliced * 1 jar (12 ounces) roasted red peppers packed in oil, drained * 1 loaf peasant bread, sliced and grilled or broiled Directions: In a large, shallow non-aluminum baking dish or plastic bag, pour 3/4 cup Wish-Bone Italian Dressing over chicken, eggplant and zucchini. Cover, or close bag, and marinate in refrigerator, turning occasionally, up to 3

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This is a heavier pasta salad with a tomato sauce base. Ingredients 16 oz. Rotini pasta 8 oz. can of tomato sauce 1 C. Italian dressing 2 Tbs. dried basil 2 Tbs. dried oregano 1 C. sliced mushrooms 5 Roma tomatoes, coarsely chopped 1 medium red onion, chopped 2 1/4 sliced ripe olives, drained 1 large cucumber, coarsely chopped Directions Cook and drain pasta, rinse with cold water. Mix tomato sauce, dressing, basil, and oregano. Add remaining ingredients and toss. Yield: 12 servings

Italian Rotini Salad
This creamy pasta salad is easy on the eyes with three colors of bell peppers. Ingredients 2 C. mayonnaise-style salad dressing 1 C. milk 1 Tbs. Italian seasoning 1 tsp. garlic powder 1 tsp. white pepper 1 tsp. salt 1 lb. rotini noodles, cooked, rinsed, drained 1 small green bell pepper, diced 1 small red bell pepper, diced 1 small red onion, diced 2 ribs celery, diced 1/2 C. black olives, sliced 1/4 C. green olives, sliced 2 oz. pepperoni, sliced Directions In medium bowl, make dressing by combining salad dressing, milk and seasonings. Stir well with wire whip. Combine pasta, bell peppers, onion, celery, olives and pepperoni in large bowl.

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Italy: (16) 31 Tries: Masi 2, Mauro Bergamasco Cons: Bortolussi 2 Pens: Bortolussi 4 Portugal: (5) 5 Try: Penalva Italy warmed up for their crunch group game with Scotland with another disjointed victory over a determined and well-organised Portugal in Paris. The Azzurri got off to the perfect start, with Andrea Masi scoring early, but failed to cross again in the first half despite dominating possession. Portugal battled back and David Penalva scored a deserved try on 33 minutes. Italy slowly regrouped after the break and late tries from Mauro Bergamasco and Masi sealed an unconvincing win. Pierre Berbizier's side have started the World Cup slowly, with poor displays against New Zealand and Romania, but were expected to roll over minnows Portugal - a team ranked 13 places below Italy who had shipped 164 points in their opening two games. And the Italians must have been thinking of matching the 83-0 scoreline they recorded against Portugal last year when

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Friends help me to realize that life is so precious and they all play a special role...read on... Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were ment to be there, they serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help you figure out who you are and who you want to become. You never know who these people may be; your neighbor, child, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger who, when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you and at that time they seem painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcomeing those obsticales you would have never realized your true potential strength, will power, and or heart. Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. W

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Italian kids vs American kids American kids: Move out when they're 18 with the full sup port of their parents. Italian kids: Move out when they're 28, having saved enough money for a house, and are two weeks away from getting married....unless there's room in the basement for the newlyweds. American kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings a Bundt cake, and you sip coffee and chat. Italian kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings 3 days worth of food, begins to tidy up, dust, do the laundry, and rearrange the furniture. American kids: Their dads always call before they come over to visit them, and it's usually only on special occasions. Italian kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads show up, unannounced, on a Saturday morning at 8:00 , and starts pruning the fruit trees. If there are no fruit trees, he'll plant some. American kids: Always pay retail, and look in the Yellow Pages when they need to have something done. Italian kids: Call their dad or u

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Pasta e fagioli, which means "pasta and beans," is a classic Italian dish with regional variations everywhere you look throughout Italy. In the U.S. it is frequently called "pasta fazool," which I believe to be an approximation of the name of the dish in the Sicilian dialect. Regardless of what you call it, it's a hearty, filling, stew-like soup that no self respecting pasta lover could refuse. Italian Pasta and Bean Soup (Pasta e Fagioli) 2 cups (500 ml) elbow macaroni, small shells, or other small pasta shape of your choice 1/4 cup (60 ml) olive oil 1 medium onion, chopped 2 large carrots, sliced into 1/4 inch (5 mm) rounds 2 ribs celery, thinly sliced 3 cloves garlic, finely chopped 8 oz (200 g) fresh green beans (haricots), trimmed and cut into 1/2 inch (1 cm) pieces 1 cup (250 ml) frozen lima beans 1 - 19 oz (538 g) can white kidney, cannellini, or bean of your choice, rinsed and drained 4 Tbs (60 ml) chopped parsley Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste Freshly

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Straciatella" means "little rags," referring to the shape of the egg pieces in this Italian version of egg drop soup. Italian Egg Drop Soup (Straciatella) 8 cups (2 L) chicken stock 4 eggs, lightly beaten 1/4 cup (60 ml) freshly grated Parmesan cheese 1/4 cup (60 ml) finely chopped fresh parsley or basil A grating of fresh nutmeg Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste Bring the stock to a simmer in a large soup pot over moderate heat. Combine the remaining ingredients in a mixing bowl and stir to thoroughly combine. Using a fork, stir the stock in a circular motion so as to make the entire contents of the pot move in a circle. Continue stirring while you pour the egg mixture into the stock in a slow, steady stream. Let the soup stand without stirring for 2 minutes, until the eggs are set. Serve immediately. Serves 6 to 8.

Italian Man...american Woman (oh My!)
ITALIAN GENTLEMAN AND ATTRACTIVE AMERICAN LADY An Italian gentleman asked a waiter to take a bottle of Merlot to a very attractive American woman sitting at a table across the room. The waiter took the Merlot to the woman and said, 'This is from the gentleman seated over there,' indicating the sender. She regarded the wine coolly for a second, not looking at the man, and decided to have a bit of fun and send a reply to the man. The waiter, who was hovering nearby for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman. The note read: 'For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank, and 7 inches in your pants.' After reading the note, the signore thought for a moment and decided to compose a response in return. He wrote quickly, folded the note carefully and handed it to the waiter instructing him to return it to the woman.

The Italian Campaign
The Italian Campaign 1) Sicily Campaign, July 9 - August 1943. The 5th US and 8th British Armies landed on Sicily on July 9, 1943. General Patton was selected to lead the secondary attack on the left flank, around General Montgomery. Patton beat the British to Messina. On 25 July, the King Emanuele overthrew Mussolini. The monarchy tried to make an armistice with the Allies. The Germans rescued Mussolini from prison and set him up as a puppet leader over a new Republic. (2) Invasion of Italy, September 3 & 9. On 3rd, Montgomery landed at the toe of Italy after an extensive artillery bombardment. Just before the 5th US Army landed at Salerno, below Naples on the 9th, the Italian government had surrendered and ordered Italians not to resist. Soon, both armies had captured the lower part of Italy, including the Foggia airfield and the valuable port of Naples. By December, the Germans had retreated to the natural fortresses along the Liri Valley just south of Rome. The

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An 18 year old Italian girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for 2 months. Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit. The test result shows that the girl is pregnant. Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, "who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!" The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later, a Ferrari stops in front of their house. A mature and distinguished man with gray hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of the of the Ferrari and enters the house. He sits in the living room with the father, mother, and the girl and tells them: "Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge. I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life. Additionally, if a girl is born, I will bequeath a Ferrari, a beach house, 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beachfront v

It Always Comes Back To Bite You.
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; It just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the Donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off! Life is going to shovel d

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The Pasta Diet and Your Health ITALIAN PASTA DIET -- IT REALLY WORKS!! 1. You walka pasta DA bakery. 2. You walka pasta DA sweets store. 3. You walka pasta DA Ice Cream shop. 4. You walka pasta DA pantry and fridge. You willa losea DA weight! AND... CONCERNED ABOUT TOO MANY CARBS IN YOUR DIET? For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth After all those conflicting Nutritional studies. 1. The Japanese eat very little fat And suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians. 2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat And suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians. 3. The Chinese drink very little red wine And suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians. 4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine And suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians. 5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats And suffer fewer heart attacks than Australians. CONCLUSION

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Dont know if you guys have ever read this, but it makes me giggle each time. I thought it would be a nice idea to bring a date to my parents' house on Christmas Eve. I thought it would be interesting for a non-Italian girl to see how an Italian family spends the holidays. I thought my mother and my date would hit it off like partridges and pear trees.....I was wrong! I had only known Karen for three weeks when I extended the invitation. "I know these family things can be a little weird," I told her, "but my folks are great, and we always have a lot of fun on Christmas Eve." "Sounds fine to me," Karen said. I told my mother I'd be bringing Karen with me. "She's a very nice girl and she's really looking forward to meeting all of you." "Sounds fine to me," my mother said. And that was that. Two telephone calls. Two sounds-fine-to-me. What more could I want? I should point out, I suppose, that in Italian households, Christmas Eve is the social

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Maria had just gotten married, and being a traditional Italian she Catholic was still a virgin. On her wedding night, staying at her mother's house, she was very nervous. Her mother reassured her; "Don't worry, Maria, Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take care of you. Meanwhile, I'll be making pasta." So, up she went. When she got upstairs, Tony took off his shirt and exposed his hairy chest. Maria ran downstairs to her mother and says, "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a big hairy chest." "Don't worry, Maria," says the mother, "many men have hairy chests. Go upstairs. He'll take good care of you." So, up she went again. When she got up in the bedroom, Tony took off his pants exposing his hairy legs. Again, Maria ran downstairs to her mother. "Mama, Mama, Tony took off his pants and he's got hairy legs!" "Don't worry! All good men have hairy legs. Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take good care of you." So, up she went again.When she got

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For several years, a man was having an affair with an Italian woman. One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money so she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write 'Spaghetti' on the back. He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin. One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife.'Honey,' she said, 'you received a very strange post card today.' 'Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it later,' he said. The wife did and watched as her husband read the card, turned white and fainted. On the card it was written: 'Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Three with meatballs, two without. Send

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Please give me something... Listening to You Give Me Something by James Morrison and I can't help feeling a little helpless. I am missing my hometown hardcore. Missing my family, friends, and even my pets. All the people and things I left behind, I am feeling guilty. Top everything I am catching a cold and I miss someone taking care of me. Now, I am pushed to the side, "grow up" is the most common thing I hear now. Weight of responsibilities as my world crashes down. I tremble at night, to the point of waking myself up with nightmares of lies and hate. I want the joy back that I had when I first came here, but the stress of so much baggage others carry is tripping me up. Maybe I need to ignore everything and "pretend" everything is great and maybe it will turn out to be.... ignorance is bliss right? Too much facts and information is burdening me? Or knowledge is power, to make me powerless over my emotions...? Music Video:YOU GIVE ME SOMETHING (by James Morrison)Music Video Code

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Italian Fennel Stir Fry Contributed By: chelseamarie Adapted from the Complete Vegetarian Cookbook There's no pasta in this stir-fry, but the fennel is a nice alternative. This is a nice alternative for wheat-sensitive individuals. Ingredients 3/4 cup Water 2 Fennel bulbs, thinly sliced like noodles 2 cloves Garlic, minced 2 tablespoons Lemon juice 8 oz Cherry tomatoes, halved 1/4 cup Fresh oregano, chopped 3.5 oz Black olives 3.5 oz Fat free feta cheese To taste, black pepper Preparation 1. Chop veggies 2. Heat water over medium hi heat and add fennel and garlic. Pan-cook for 2 minutes, or until soft. 2. Add lemon juice and tomatoes. Cook for 2 minutes, then add oregano and olives. Toss gently to combine. 3. Place in a serving dish and crumble the feta cheese over the top. Sprinkle with black pepper and enjoy! Nutrient Information 120 Calories 3g Total Fat

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Italian advice for a long lasting marriage: At Saint Mary's Catholic Church they have a weekly husband's marriage seminar. At the session last week, the Priest asked Luigi, who was approaching his 50th wedding anniversary, to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he had managed to stay married to the same woman all these years. Luigi replied to the assembled husbands, 'Well, I've a-tried to treat her nice, spend-a the money on her, but best of all is that I a-took her to Italy for the 20th anniversary!' The Priest responded 'Luigi, you are an amazing inspiration to all the husbands here! Please tell us what you are planning for your wife for your 50th anniversary.' Luigi proudly replied 'I'm a-gonna go and get her."

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ITALIAN BOY'S CONFESSION "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl". The priest asks, "Is that you, little Johnny Parisi?" "Yes, Father, it is." "And who was the girl you were with?" "I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation." "Well, Johnny, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?" "I cannot say." "Was it Teresa Volpe?" "I'll never tell." "Was it Nina Capelli?" "I'm sorry, but I cannot name her." "Was it Cathy Piriano?" "My lips are sealed." "Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?" "Please, Father, I cannot tell you." The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped, Johnny Parisi, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself." Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Nino slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?" 4 months vacation and five good leads."

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ITALIAN MEN ONLY AN ITALIAN MAN CAN MAKE A WOMAN FEEL LIKE A WOMAN... On a recent transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning. One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die," she wails. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?" For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then an Italian man stands up in the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt..., one button at a time. .......No one moves. .......He removes his shirt. .......Muscles ripple across his chest. .......S

Italian Arithmetic
An Italian workman wants a job, but the foreman won't hire him until he passes a little math test. "Here's your first question," the foreman said. "Without using numbers, represent the number 9." "Withouta numbers?" the Italian says, "Datsa easy." and he proceeds to draw three trees. "What's this?" the boss asks. "Ave you gota no brain? Tree and tree and tree makes a nine," says the Italian. "Fair enough," says the boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99." The Italian stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree . "Ere you go." The boss scratches his head and says, "How on earth do you get that to represent 99?" "Eacha of da trees is a dirty now. So, it's dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Datsa a 99." The boss is getting worried that he's going to actually have to hire this Italian, so he says, "All right, last question. Same ru

The Italian Secret Of A Long Marriage
The Italian Secret of a Long Marriage" At Saint Mary's Catholic Church they have a weekly husband's marriage seminar. At the session last week, the Priest asked Luigi, who was approaching his 50th wedding anniversary, to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he had managed to stay married to the same woman all these years. Luigi replied to the assembled husbands, "Wella, I've a-tried to treat-a her nizza, spend da money on her, but besta of all is that I tooka her to Italy for the 25th anniversary!" The Priest responded, "Luigi, you are an amazing inspiration to all the husbands here! Please tell us what you are planning for your wife for your 50th anniversary." Luigi proudly replied, "I'm agonna go get her."

It All Went Black
The wind was strong but the view was amazing, I could see for miles around me watching breathtaking skylines fit together, and whirls of water swish against the rocks below. I stand on the cliff edge feeling the wind travel through my hair, while seagulls glide around searching for fish. I watch John standing on the edge looking out to the open water and amazing view, his feet gripped to the ground as the wind gets stronger. We walk along the cliff face together holding hands, unaware that it’s crumbling beneath our feet. “John be careful” I shout has his feet gauge ever closer to the crumbling edge. “John please come back it’s not safe” but it was too late. I watch in horror as it crumbled beneath his feet taking john with it. All I could hear were John’s screams echoing back up cliff, getting quieter has they reached me. All I could do was stand there and scream his name, “JOHN, JOHN” I scream but he was gone. I can’t bear to look over the cliff but I brace myself and ea

Italian Crock Pot Stew
Italian Crock Pot Stew 2 Tbl olive oil 3/4 pound sweet Italian sausage, broken into bites 3/4 pound hot Italian sausage, broken into bites 2 small, six inch zucchini cut into one half inch rings 1 red, yellow or orange bell pepper cut into one-inch chunks 1/2 a medium onion cut into chunks (it will fall apart later) 1 tsp garlic (jar garlic is fine) 28 oz chopped Italian tomatoes. I use canned organic with the juice 2 tsp Italian spice blend 8 oz thickly sliced large button mushrooms; or small button mushrooms cut in half 11/2 cups Italian cheese blend 4 Tbl of fresh basil cut into thin slices (a.k.a chiffonade) Optional: Cooked pasta - your choice of noodle. Penne, rigatoni, fettuccine, or other. On the side: Garlic bread and salad Put the broken up sausage and the olive oil in a large sauté pan. Toss. Cook on medium high until both sides of the sausage are browned. You don't need to cook the sausage all the way through. It will finish in the crock pot.

Italian Pork Roast( Beef Or Chicken Can Be Used)
ingredients: a pork roast or a chuck roast or a whole chicken a bottle of italian salad dressing(not the creamy kind the clear kind) a pan to cook it in (lol given but ya never know) directions turn your oven to 350 degrees place meat in pan pour bottle of salad dressing over meat place meat in fridge while the oven heats up after letting the oven heat place the pan in the oven and cook for an hour usually for a whole chicken it sometimes takes longer for pork and beef when done take out and let rest for 15 minutes to let the juices reconstitute in the meat i usually make some sauteed whole potatoes and a vegitable with it hope you enjoy

Italian Erotique/german Erotik/french Erotique
*ITALIAN: Come sono uscito della vasca calda con la brezza fresca esponendo il mio capezzolo sinistro - la trattengo ed estasio la sua bocca col mio bisogno di lingua ed avere calda del desiderio di lei ed il suo pene duro nella mia bocca ed il mio pussy caldo bagnato. Come la bacio, lei muove giù il mio collo assaggiando il sale dalla mia pelle e l'acqua calda contro la sua lingua. Erotico nella maniera la voglio in me - come sorrido guardando profondo nei suoi occhi affamati come lei si tuffa succhiare sui miei capezzoli duri portati avanti con l'aria fredda. Scivolo le mie mani giù i suoi pantaloni ed afferro il suo asino con le mie mani calde bagnate - adesso il suo asino è bagnato e trascino i miei chiodi in esso. il massaging il suo schwanz con ogni capezzolo dei miei capezzoli diritti - lei bacia le mie labbra ed io il lamento come il suo indice va nel mio pussy sdrucciolevole, bagnato caldo - dolgo per lei - ogni mattina succhio il suo gallo prima Lei si sveglia così lei sogne

The Italian Who Went To Detroit
The Italian who went to detroit LMFAO! Current mood: jedi The Italian who went to Detroit One a daya I'ma go to Detroit to a biga hotel. Ina morning I'ma go down to eta the breakfast. I tella the waitress I wanna two piss's toast. She bring me only one a piss, I tella I wanna two piss's, she say to go to the toilet. I say you no unnerstan, I wanna two piss ona my plate, She say you better not piss on your plate, you sonnama bitch. I don't even know the lady and she calla me sonnema bitch. Later I'ma go to eta at biga restaurant, The waitress brings me spoon and knife but no fock, I tell her I wanna fock, She tell me everybody wanna fock, I tell her you no unnerstan, I wanna fock ona table, She say you better no fock ona table, you sonnama bitch So I'ma go back in my room I'ma hotel and theres no shit ona my bed, I calla the manager an tell him I wanna shit ona my bed. He tell me go to the toilet. I say you no unnerstan, I say again I wanna shit ona

The Italian Who Went To Malta
THE ITALIAN WHO WENT TO MALTA (Must be read with an Italian accent) One day ima gonna Malta to bigga hotel. Ina mornin I go down to eat breakfast. I tella waitress I wanna two pissis toast. She brings me only one piss. I tella her I want two piss. She say go to the toilet. I say you no understand, I wanna to piss onna my plate, She say you better no piss inna plate, you gonna ma bitch. I don't even know the lady and she call me sonna ma bitch. Later I go to eat at the bigga resturant. The waitress brings me a spoon and knife but no fock. I tella her i wanna fock. She telll me everyone wanna fock. I tell her you no understand. I wanna fock on the table. She say you better not fock on the table, You sonna ma bitch. So I go back to my room inna hotel and there is no shits onna my bed. Call the manager and tella him I wanna shit. He tell me to go to toilet. I say you no understand. I wanna shit on bed. He say you better not shit onna bed. you sonna ma bitch. I go to the ch

It All Comes Full Circle
Here I am once again in the same position I was in at the end of 2006. 360 we have come But have we really? Were we always in the same position? just trying to fool ourselves that it was going to get better? Or fools ourselves that we wanted it to get better to work Was it all lies from you? Did I lie to myself when I believed you? Did I believe? Or was I just ignoring it Just to have you back in our life Did I know then it was going to be like this again? Of course I did I guess a year and a half of holding it down Swallowing it whole Shoving it out Trying to not let it bother me Just erupted and needs a place to vent a time to scream I am screaming God Help me And he did I made my bed now I have to lie in it because instead of one to look out for I now have two

It All Seems So Simple
it all just seems so simple now that we have decided to be together. Usualy its think first decide secound. but not this time. Decide then make it reality. and somehow its plan A again< dusty old 30 year old plan A! who would have thunk it. tropics sailboat and a true friend/lover/companion/mentor/wife if it all works out/> draped across the bow glistning in the sun,,, its all negotiable except for my sunshine. anyplace she is, is paradise to me.

Italian Stuffed Jalapenos
Recipe Summary Difficulty: Easy Prep Time: 15 minutes Inactive Prep Time: 10 minutes Cook Time: 15 minutes Yield: 4 to 6 servings Italian Stuffed Jalapenos 15 jalapenos, preferably red, cut in 1/2, seeded and deveined 1 tablespoon canola oil 1/4 cup minced red onion 1/4 cup minced red bell pepper 3 tablespoons minced garlic 2 pounds mild Italian sausage, casings removed 2 cups mascarpone or cream cheese 1/4 cup grated Parmesan, plus more for garnish Salt and pepper 1/2 cup shredded mozzarella cheese Minced chives Preheat oven to 300 degrees F. Place jalapenos on a sheet tray and roast for 5 minutes. Remove from the oven and let cool. Heat the oil in a medium saute pan. Add onions, peppers, garlic and sausage and cook for about 2 minutes. Remove and place in a large bowl. Cool to room temperature, then add mascarpone, and Parmesan. Mix ingredients thoroughly and season with salt and pepper. Place approximately 1 tablespoon of

Italian Business School
ITALIAN BUSINESS SCHOOL Luigi (father): 'I want you to marry a girl of my choice.' Son: 'I will choose my own bride.' Luigi: 'But the girl is Bill Gates' daughter.' Son: 'Well, in that case . . . ok' Next Luigi approaches Bill Gates. Luigi: 'I have a husband for your daughter.' Bill Gates: 'But my daughter is too young to marry.' Luigi: 'But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank'. Bill Gates: 'Ah, in that case . . ok' Finally Luigi goes to see the president of the World Bank. Luigi: 'I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president.' President: 'But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!' Luigi : 'But this young man is Bill Gates' son-in-law.' President: 'Ah, in that case . . ok' And that, my friends, is how Italians do business.

Italian Popcorn
Italian Popcorn advertisement Makes: 1 serving Start to Finish: 5 minutes Ingredients 1 100-calorie-size bag unpopped microwave popcorn Nonstick cooking spray 2 Tbsp. grated Parmesan cheese 1/2 tsp. Italian seasoning, crushed 1/8 tsp. crushed red pepper (optional) Directions 1. Prepare popcorn according to package directions. While popcorn is still hot, transfer to large bowl. Remove any uncooked kernels. Lightly coat popcorn with nonstick cooking spray. Toss; repeat until all kernels are well-coated in nonstick spray. Sprinkle popcorn with Parmesan cheese, Italian seasoning, and, crushed red pepper; toss gently to coat. Serve immediately (do not store). Makes 1 serving.

It All Started At 11:32
The Roller-Coaster Lumpy Ride To Tx It all started on a Wednesday, July 2, 2008, this roller-coaster ride…. Lots of fun for a quarter. Like any roller-coaster ride, it has been a few moments of calm and contentment, marked by periods of sheer panic that seem to last an eternity … but putting a stop-watch to the whole thing will not give an accurate picture of reality… because panic always seems to last longer than reality. Peaks and valleys make for any ride on a roller coaster, and debate ever rages on which is the scary part. I will here call peaks the good parts, where you slowly take the climb, observe the scenery and perhaps drool on the unsuspecting victims below… and valleys the part where your life flashes before your eyes and you most confident that your eternal destination awaits with gaping maw. Wednesday started off a peak, which actually began on previous days as I composed a mental list of “This is the last time I have to endure this misery”… At

Italian Pregnancy
An 18 year old Italian girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for 2 months. Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit. The test result shows that the girl is pregnant. Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, 'Who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!' The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later, a Ferrari stops in front of their house. A mature and distinguished man with gray hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of a Ferrari and enters the house. He sits in the living room with the father, mother, and the girl and tells them: 'Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge. I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life. Additionally, if a girl is born, I will bequeath a Ferrari, 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beach-front vill

Italian Casserole
ITALIAN CASSEROLE 3 large chicken breast,cut into chunks 1 teaspoon seasoned salt 3 medium zucchini, sliced 1 medium onion, sliced 1 (4 oz) can mushrooms or 1/4 lb. fresh mushrooms 1 (16 oz) can tomato wedges, drained and juice reserved for garlic 1 clove garlic, minced and added to tomato juice 2 tablespoons minced parsley 1/2 teaspoon oregano, crushed 1/2 teaspoon celery seed Place chicken in 3-quart casserole, add other ingredients and pour tomato juice with garlic over all. Bake 1 hour at 350 degrees

It All Started On Fubar….
For anyone curious to know why I am 2500 miles away from my daughter’s father and the love of my life…..please read ahead: Last summer I left my cheating asshole of an Ex and moved back home with my parents. He used Fubar to meet other women behind my back and in turn, turned me off to it so bad that I wasn’t sure if I would ever want to come back on the site again. (not to mention the fact that I was practically forbidden to use it and anytime he saw me login we got in a huge fight cuz of course I was planning on finding a new man and cheating on him – ugh) Well after I came back home, I decided that I had made some really great friends on here so I would log back in and get over it. Then I met Chris. He and I just clicked. We talked in the SB constantly and not long after that exchanged numbers. If we were in the same room (or for that matter the same state lol) it would have been considered love at first sight. Maybe it was Lust at first sight but all I know is that it turned int

The Italian Loan
The Italian Loan An Italian walked into a bank in New York City and Asked for the loan officer. He told the loan officer That he was going to Italy on business for two weeks And needed to borrow $5,000 and that he was not a Depositor of the bank. The bank officer told him that the bank would need Some form of security for the loan, so the Italian Handed over the keys to a new Ferrari. The car was Parked on the street in front of the bank. The Italian produced the title and everything checked Out. The loan officer agreed to hold the car as Collateral for the loan and apologized for having to Charge 12% interest. Later, the bank's president and its officers all Enjoyed a good laugh at the Italian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral for a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then drove the Ferrari into the bank' s underground garage and parked it. Two weeks later, the Ita

Italian Virgin
Maria had just married, and being a traditional Italian she was still a virgin. On her wedding night, staying at her mother's house, she was very nervous. Her mother reassured her; 'Don't worry, Maria, Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take care of you. Meanwhile, I'll be making pasta.' So, up she went. When she got upstairs, Tony took off his shirt and exposed his hairy chest. Maria ran downstairs to her mother and says, 'Mama, Mama, Tony's got a big hairy chest.' 'Don't worry, Maria,' says the mother, 'all good men have hairy chests. Go upstairs. He'll take good care of you.' So, up she went again. When she got up in the bedroom, Tony took off his pants exposing his hairy legs. Again, Maria ran downstairs to her mother. 'Mama, Mama, Tony took off his pants and he's got hairy legs!' 'Don't worry! All good men have hairy legs. Tony's a good man Go upstairs and he'll take good care of you.' So, up she went again.

It All Starts Here.
So here I am at Fubar - found out about this place from my best friend, Maria - who is an awesome person - if ya don't know her, ya should... What am I doing here? I often wonder that myself. I guess it's because I was born from my mom and dad, and here I am... Oh, you mean Fubar! Oops. Not sure what i'm doing here on Fubar either, it's kinda a lot of stuff going on at once, almost like Myspace on steroids with cocaine and crack chasers, with a dash of E to go in there too... oh, and throw in some speed for just good measure. I'm still getting me 'fubar-legs' around here, so who knows what will become of this place... just thought i'd say a few words and put a stake in the ground. So here it is.

100%italian
Is'nt he handsome... Once again Thighguy is running an Auto 11 to help you all level up!! He even has tons of bomb folders with lots of big pics so lets hit him hard!! Just Click On The Picture And Your There. thighguy69 Created By: ~Tanager~Dangerous Curves Member-@ fubar (

I Talked To God Today : /
God shoutboxed me!!!! Not quite like they said it would be when I finally heard from God though... Read from the bottom up please ->God: just to put a leash on someone....hardly worth me picking up and leaving my kids for God: I'll Make It Worth It! ->God: well it is just a bit out of my way God: A Request My Love! ->God: is that a request or an order? God: Nope! I Want You Here!! ->God: guess u dont have a long leash then lol ->God: how long of a leash do you have? cuz i am in PA so it would have to be a few states long God: Califorina U? ->God: where are u from? God: Would You Like To Put One On Me!? ->God: ? ->God: is that a question or a comment God: Like To! ->God: that would have to be a no... God: Ever Put A Guy On A Leash A Leash And Collar!?

Italy Hunts For Quake Survivors
The scale of the earthquake aftermath A desperate search for survivors is on in the mountain city of L'Aquila in central Italy after a quake killed at least 90 people and injured 1,500. Rescuers are picking through rubble in the walled medieval city while other emergency teams check towns and villages across the Abruzzo region. Tents are being put up in tennis courts and on football pitches to house some of the 30,000-40,000 homeless. Italy's PM Silvio Berlusconi promised a "record number of rescuers". See map of the earthquake-hit area Earlier, he declared a state of emergency in the region. L'AQUILA Medieval city, founded in the 13th Century Capital of the mountainous Abruzzo region Population 70,000, with many thousands more tourists and foreign students Walled city with narrow streets, lined by Baroque and Renaissance buildings Gianfranco Fini, speaker of the lower house of parliament, told MPs: "Some towns in the area have been virtuall

It Always Seems....
It always seems It always seems i meet a great guy have fun talking and laughing and when we start to have the intimate parts, it great and wonderful then i'm hit with, Well i'm not really sure i'm ready or umm i am seeing someone else or the best one of them all I'm married, talk about being kicked in the gut, all i want is to be loved, someone to hold me and say they love me i'm not asking for much i don't even want a ring i didn't even get love from my ex so you can say i never been loved or in love my heart is so broken and so empty i feel like it will never be filled right now i am wearing my heart on my sleave will some body ever love me

Italia And Tragedy [whitney Jo And Miss Tyler]
As I was speaking about Livejournal... for your viewing pleasure... some of our conversations and OLD AS HELL photos [over 5 years old!!] Vampiric = Whitney. DarkAries= Me. VampiricMazohyst: I can't type anything right todayVampiricMazohyst: Jesus H ChristADarkAries: Jesus Horatio Christ? ADarkAries: Jesus is Mexican too?ADarkAries: so that's where holy guacomolie came from! ADarkAries: I'm sorry ItaliaVampiricMazohyst: meh?VampiricMazohyst: and I almost typed menADarkAries: that we didn't call you back when your phone ctut outVampiricMazohyst: wow. I'm delirious, or however that's spelledVampiricMazohyst: I almost typed men instead of mehVampiricMazohyst: and when I read your typo "ctut" I thought it said cunt for a minuteADarkAries: lmfaoVampiricMazohyst: *blinks and shakes her head a few times*VampiricMazohyst: ok, I'm going to try and wank up nowVampiricMazohyst: ... VampiricMazohyst: WAKEVampiricMazohyst: wake, goddamn, wakeADarkAries: lmfao VampiricMazohyst: my cell is so gh

Italian Grandfather
Why Italian Fathers and Grandfathers pass their handguns down through the familyAn old Italian Mafia Don is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside. "Guido, I wanna you lissina me.. I wanna you to take-a my chrome plated .38 revolver so you will always remember me.""But grandpa, I really don't like guns. How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?""You lissina me, boy. Somma day you gonna be runna DA business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home and maybe a couple of bambinos ""Somma day you gonna come-a home and maybe finda your wife inna bed with another man.."Whatta you gonna do then? Point to your watch and say, 'Time's Up'?"

It All Works Itself Out.
Sunshine and rain … ups and downs … good times and not so great times … But if you can hang on through the not so great times you will see sunshine is on the way. I have had some trips and falls this week but I am hanging on and making my way through it. Life is all about working hard to be where you want to be and do what you want to do. Time to shift into the next gear, leave the nonsense behind and get things done ! I have the will so I will find the way. I am done with all the players and the Drama on this site.I say let them destroy there self!!!

Italian & Lovely Bbw
Miss fine thick round italian & lovely. So many things i imagine doin to you. If i was next to you fine bbw. I'd love to be there & film ya. Be your camera guy & make love to you mami. Sexy fine sweet woman. I only could imagine havin a woman like you in my arms holdin you. & kissin your lips & all over your body. I love to hold your legs & smack your sides. Put my hands all over your ass & just like to be in bed next to you lookin at you in your eyes lovely italian thick mami. I'm glad to have met & talk with you. & that we became friends & got a connection goin & for you tryin to make me happy for that i thank you hun & i hope the future me & you can be & see how things go off. I love an italian bbw like you baby & always glad to be there & give you want mami. I know you can only imagine all of my black thickness inside you & i can imagine to mami. Well i love to continue talkin with ya hun & only hope it gets better mami darlin thick lovin italian beauty i love you & gonna keep doin

[it All Fell Out Of An Open Hatch]
My styrofoam cup from a month ago is vibrating to the beat.It's making a pretty damn cool sound.Gramma says if I keep losing weight I'll just be a shadow. ... she fell down again. But the real problem isI'm starting to think phase 1.We're past R/D now. And... I'm losing her in the chaos.there's some rollover that has to happen.Some damage control I guess.Seeing as how she's across the building now. I'll work something out, I always do.-_-meanwhile my dog is totally eating snow. She's not supposed to be. I don't wanna take her out to pee at 4 in the morning. So I work out phase 1. The phase I was in prior. Can't eavesdrop on her and tardsy boyfriend any more, and there's a new blockage since she's reconnecting with her sister while she's at work. She's less available to talk to on break. I don't have to come up with itrightnowbut I do have a minute. Then there's phase 2. "so how does this all work out" "you stay with your rich muscley boyfriend and remain my unobtainable muse

It All Depends On You
IT ALL DEPENDS ON YOUFrom the Broadway Musical "Big Boy" (1925)(Lew Brown / Buddy DeSylva / Ray Henderson)Al Jolson (Stage Production) - 1925Paul Whiteman & His Orch. (Instr.) - 1927Ruth Etting - 1927Ben Bernie & His Orch. (vocal: Lambert & Hillpot) - 1927The Broadway Bellhops - 1927Arthur Briggs' Savoy Syncopators (vocal: Al Bowlly) - 1927Jack Hylton & His Orch. - 1927Whispering Jack Smith - 1927Dinah Shore - 1949Frank Sinatra (with Hugo Winterhalter) - 1949Dick Jurgens & His Orch. (vocal: Ray Mcintosh) - 1950Eddie Condon & His Band - 1952Doris Day (Featured in the film "Love Me Or Leave Me") - 1955Jerry Lewis - 1957Jackie Gleason Orch. - 1957Nat King Cole - 1957Frank Sinatra (with Billy May) - 1958Johnnie Ray - 1958Patti Page - 1959Frank Sinatra (with Nelson Riddle) - 1960Connie Francis - 1961Judy Garland & Liza Minnelli - 1964Joni Mitchell - 2000Also recorded by:The Four Freshman; Gordon McRae; Barbra Streisand;Jerry Vale; Faron Young; Helen Ward; Lester Young;Dorothy Louden; Shirle

It All Started...
This really isn't a "Thing that pisses me off" but eh, it can go here. I want to just let go of all the things I held close to me. Cut the tie, and bury the axe whatever mediocre phrase you want to use go for it. My life is slowly becoming clearer, albeit there are still some pains I must endure yet, I still don't mind it. I was told a pretty decent notion today. When things don't work out, you either A) move on or B) fix the shit and try to make it work. Now considering the aforementioned pains, it boils back down to a trust level. What I could not be trusted on I do not think can ever be saved. Now my lack of trust for the former becomes my latter of anxiety, stress and over all discord. Do I take a leap of faith and try to resolve things, or do I just walk away from an already wrecked magic carpet ride of good times, and shitty times? I can't figure out what I want, and the same applies bounced to me in return. Having exhausted most of my brain power in meaningless argu

It All Comes Down To This..and This Is Nothing.
I touched upon the fact that I made a big mistake in my last blog. I still feel the same way. Nothing can change that. What's done is done. I made the mistake of going on Craig'sList and put up a somewhat amusing and to be frank (or Dave) a real honest personal ad. Good lord, the amount of spam was overwhelming. So much so I had to write a filter and block it. Lesson learned? CL is great for selling or trading but for anything worthwhile, it blows (and sucks). Which get's me to my other rant. Cupid.com. Nice concept and somewhat easy to navigate. Which is great for moron's like moi. Anyways, I again put up a add that I thought was totally honest (perhaps to a fault), heartfelt and yes, amusing. Not a lot of spam returned which is a good thing. That being said , the women there , to me are all hipsters. It's wierd, they all reside in Brooklyn, try to be more , well "random and hip" than the next. I guess that's fine as I do like the "alt" type of girl. My dream girl is a Jeanne G

Italian Loverþ
The Italian Lover Giuseppe was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome, when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde woman. Things progressed to the point where he led her back to his apartment and after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom where he rattled her senseless.After a pleasant interlude, he asked with a smile, "So, you finish?" She paused for a second, frowned, and replied, "No." Surprised, Giuseppe reached for her and the rattling resumed. This time she thrashed about wildly and there were screams of passion. The sex finally ended and, again, Giuseppe smiled and asked, "You finish?" Again, after a short pause, she returned his smile, cuddled closer to him and softly said, No."Stunned, but damned if he was going to leave this woman unsatisfied, Giuseppe reached for the woman yet again. Using the last of his strength, he barely managed it, but they ended together screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets. Exhausted, Giusep

It All Seems Like A Blur
It all seems like a blur,the more I think about it the more it becomes a bigger blur than before All of this blurring together makes oneself epically down Oneself should guard against this moment but sometimes it's inevitable that it will happen And sometimes we all should embrace the moments like these, because they will come to all of us like it or not

Italiano
Aiutare chi ne ha bisogno come quelli che dimostrano l'amore che cura divertirsi con quelli che amate la vostra vita come si vuole essere liberi come voi potete seguire i sogni e la fiducia il vostro cuore e fate come vi piace di fare help those how need it love those how show they care have fun with those you love live your life they way you want to be as free as you can follow you dreams and trust your heart and do as you love to do Ill love you fino alla fine del tempo mi mancherà come passare dei giorni il vostro sempre im mente e sempre nel mio cuore per sempre youll stayill love you till end of time i miss you as days go byyour always there im my mind and always in my heart forever youll stay

I Talk To Myself Too Much...
The title should say it all. I talk to myself too much. There was a time when I had someone who could listen to me. This isn't to say that people no longer listen to me, because they often do. The problem is what they're listening to isn't really ME. It's the response to what was said and more than likely just something said to encourage further conversation. It's social intereaction. It's not a moment where I get to show myself. I don't really belong in society these days. Anyway returning to the point, hopefully.... I talk to myself because it's how I reason things out. How I manage to put together the pieces of my own interpretations of Quantum Physics, Occult studies, Psychological and Sociological information. It's how I assimilate information and solve my problems. I rant. It's hard to do though because not a lot of people can simply listen and hear what I say. They know what I vocalize, but not always what I say. Yes thats a tricky thing to understand.

Italian League As Well As A Whole Great Deal A Lot More
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It Amazes Me How Blind And Careless Women Get Sometimes
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It Amuses Me....
...that not a single concert can go by without chris wanting to fight someone, of course this time i got dragged into it. went to the Silverstein show with my bro, ruby,and chris on saturday and it was great until these two little fucking bitches thought it would be cute to try to fly back at us with their elbows. yeah well, i'm pretty sure they didn't expect to get shoved with everything I had. i hate fucking kids man, i was ready to beat the every living piss out of them! and that was just the start of a crappy weekend. though i did have fun with ruby & jamie.

It Amazes Me Sometimes....
And not in a nice way, how somebody can just jump in and ask the question "looking for a girlfriend/boyfriend?" after just a couple of posts in a chat room or shout box. The most glaringly obvious problem with this is that the person being asked may be the real life version or Hannibal Lector or the reincarnation of Jack the Ripper. (I am neither of these, because I am the reincarnation of Macsen Wellig... or Myrrdyn one of the two) and yes the previous was a sarcastic shot. The next thing that happens, at least in my case, is that when I tell a lady exactly what my future holds, the immediate response is "I will be there to help you." There is two problems with the above statement, 1) there is no way in hell the lady has any idea what she is saying, and 2) she has no clue as to just what that may entail. It is the same as someone with no experience with white water saying, "I am going down the grand canyon in a kayak and no guide." Dealing with a disabled individual on

It Appears I Have A Hater!
I NEVER wanted to defame my baby blog with this sort of shit but its DIRECTLY related to this blog so I guess its where it belongs. First off I want to thank her for sending any traffic this way that she has because it has only helped to get my story seen by people that might need it or maybe helped them to see that I AM NOT a liar. I dont see where any of my entries make no sense but PLEASE anyone feel free to point them out so I can explain what I meant or what happened. ANYONE that knows what losing a baby feels like KNOWS that what I have written is TOO specific and ALSO ANYONE that would FAKE something like this is a sick, twisted fuck! I would NEVER wish this on anyone(even on my hater). You all might want to know a little about our bitchy, neighborhood hater. She is BEST friends with Miss Sherrie...the one that my blog beat out in top blogs. AND I am friends with her ex bf that cant STAND her and her games. These are her reasons for attacking me so before you BELIEVE any

It Appears
That I have intimidated some very young and less experienced Masters. To you I say you are not so secure in your relationship or feel you need to deny or control what you only think you have. Sorry but if that is true you need a better outlook and better Mentor.

It A Poem I Made
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It's One Thing For Me To Be Rating All These Photos 11s
but yep, next time I rate them, the photo (or profile) owner's Bar Tab will say (since I don't have, and /am not asking for/, a VIP) that I am re-rating those photos to a 10 from an 11. So these "11 cherry" blings have a bit the downside...

It Arrived Last Night
I cant remember now if I posted here about having one of my poems published in a collection of inspirational poetry but the book arrived last night! So while I have not reached literary excellence~I am very happy to make it this far.~ bright smiles

I Taste You In Your Sleep
I TASTE YOU IN YOUR SLEEP I CAN SMELL THE CARMEL UPON YOUR SKIN THICK AND STICKY LOOKING SO GOOD ON YOUR THIGHS IT SHOULD BE A SIN ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS THE HICKEYS THE MARKS THAT YOUR SKIN WILL HAVE …RED AND DARK WITH A LIGHT PRINT OF MY TEETH I FEEL YOUR BODY QUIVER AS MY TONGUE BRUSH ACROSS YOUR BODY I CLOSE MY EYES BUT I SMELL THE SCENT OF YOUR WETNESS MY MOUTH WATERS AS I NEAR YOUR LIPS I HEAR YOUR MOANS AND I GO CRAZY MENTALLY WITH ANTICIPTION I GRAB YOUR HIPS …FIRMLY YOUR SMELL BRINGS FORTH AN INVITATION AN INVITATION I EXCEPT READILY WHEN I OPEN MY EYES I COME TO REALIZE IT WAS ALL A DREAM A DREAM THAT LEFT A TASTE FOR YOU IN MY MOUTH DAM… I CAN TASTE YOU IN MY SLEEP

I Tasted Cherrytap...?
This is the strangest experience I have been privy to, wow is an understatement in comparision to my Yahoo360 and MySpace accounts. I blog all over the place and at first it appeared to be very confusing to navigate this web site, still is. Upon first impression, the all black navigation doesn't fit very well. I've webmastered for over 15 years and if I presented this to my teachers, I would have failed. With all due respect to the owners and mods of www.cherrytap.com, my suggestion would be to get rid of the competing multimedia- that has to go in my opinion. I may be new here but it's difficult to read and I'm only 35. It reloads constantly because of all the users, which reminds me of blogdrive. I won't give up on this place, seems okay for now as an alternative. My concern and question is this; What makes CherryTap any different from MySpace with the deviants and pedophiles? I'm not chastizing nor manking comparisions- I am a very blunt individual and this appears to be almost

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I Tasted You
I remembered the softness of your lipsAs my fingers traced your inner foldsWetness transferred from your deeper coreDug up and spread across your outer lips They glistened by candle lightI enjoyed spreading your wetnessAnd laying my head on your thighsAnd inhaling your strong scent It reminded me of our heavy thrustingPushing you up against the wall.Your wetness and my ejaculate mixingAnd dripping down our legs Sweat and our sex mixing my favorite cocktail I dug my fingers in deeper as i felt your legs pushing uphands gripping me hard...your mouth soundlessly talking our special languageA shudder escaped, legs twitching from climax. My lips and tongue lapping up your nectarI wouldn't wipe my mouthso i might later taste you againas i lay alone in the dark wetting my lips..again

It A Trip
well u all here my frist blog lol. I here 2 rock your world lol. well hope u all are injoying the fubar life but 2 be honest life in it self is a trip lol. well I watch ppl grow old and watch my life be truned up side down. well this real shit here and if so plz read it well it nice 2 meant u all hope u injoy life and the hole fubar expercie lol well peace ttyl

I Tatsed My Fire
I Tasted My Fire The light of the moon pierced the shades Outlining My Fire’s perfect silhouette The sheen of her lips ensnares my attention I could feel us melt when our lips finally met I taste her sweet lips and tongue Slowly I then kiss down her awaiting neck As My Fire’s body begins to tense Kissing down her breast feel my tongues caress I take my time drawing each one into my mouth My Fire’s head tilts back as she softly groans Her hands grip my shoulders guiding me down

It A Tuff Life Out Here
ok well as meny of u know its funn to drink but is it funn to die well no it not two days ago a frend of mine got hit by a car and was killd this kid was 8 and he hade not lived a life yet so the next time u think about death think about the one we lost and look forwerd to haveing a good life and plzzz say a par for that lil boy it soo sad to lose a kid thaat was soo sweet to peple

I Taught Duece Bigalow Everything...
Ok, I often get asked how many kids I have and I always cringe when I have to answer that question because, the truth be told, I have five kids. No, they aren't all by one woman nor are they all in one state. When I was sixteen I was blessed with my son, Timothy. Because his mother and I were so young, not to mention too much family involvement, things didn't work out and we part ways. in 1993 after the floods subsided I moved to Iowa with my fiancee. Things got rocky between us and she was stepping out on me so after almost a year of dealing with her infidelities I decided to step out for myself. At the ripe old age of 21 I was blessed with a daughter, Mariah and a son, Jacob. Mariah's mother and I worked together and Jacob's mother and I met at a local bar that I used to manage. Mariah's mother was 17 at the time and graduating high school. We had plans of staying together and making a go of it but I left to visit family back home and when I got back she and her family had all mov

I Taught Myself To Live Simply
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long before evening to tire my superfluous worries. When the burdocks rustle in the ravine and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops I compose happy verses about life's decay, decay and beauty. I come back. The fluffy cat licks my palm, purrs so sweetly and the fire flares bright on the saw-mill turret by the lake. Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof occasionally breaks the silence. If you knock on my door I may not even hear.

It Begins
I softly caress your feet with my lips, hands and fingers, moving up your legs to your knees. You feel my warm breath as my mouth lightly dances upon and around your kness while my fingers caress those tingling little places behind your knees. I feel your hands move down as you entwine the dark soft curls of my hair in your fingers, pulling me higher toward you. I pause at your tummy . . . gently sucking your sweet trembling skin into my mouth . . . my teeth teasing you as I go . . . moving slowly up one thigh, lips tracing the outlines up to your sweet little flower. Oh, the scent of you---it swirls within my head . . . entranced with desire . . . wanting your pleasure that the ecstacy that awaits! But, the dance has only begun . . . and I move my mouth to the soft outlines of your hips and waist, sending chills and tingles . . . feeling your desire grow, smelling the growing want coming from within . . . my mind fills with nothing but your pleasure and small whispers of my wan

It Began As
It began as all fires do, a spark soon ignited into a blaze of warmth and colourful delight. You held my hand, became my friend, earned my trust and my future once again looked bright. Loneliness turned to hope, emptiness filled up with dreams. Hunger was satisfied, and the darkness lit by love's moonbeams. Tears no longer hit the ground, they fall on your loving shoulder. I feel younger, as our love grows older. When sorrow leaves me wilted as a sun-parched rose, your comfort is a river that flows and flows. The sun's light, the morning dew, they are all the beauty that is you. When passion ebbs, as tides do, love fills the wake, and carries us through. Your strength is as the oak, but if it is my need you bend like the willow. My heart is filled, like a lucky sail with wind to billow. Harsh cold winters, wet springs, blissful summer heat, and the fall of time, They'll weather my spirit, with grace and peace, your hand in mine. Our love's swe

It Bears Repeating
From another place yesterday. Slightly edited to protect the "innocent". Love is a connection, an energy discovered between two people. Love is love; there is no difference between loving friends, family, children, or significant others, only different forms of expression. Love is not a competition. In love, we find acceptance and we find the better parts of self. Love completes people; fulfills them and gives them new areas and opportunities to discover deeper truths about self and to nurture their own being. Love is a promise of hurt, but also the place of healing. Every action and reaction in life is rooted in a place of love or fear. You work predominately from one place or the other and your life and character are evidence of which side you choose. In spite of my own marital difficulties, I still believe in love. No matter how much pain, loss, and suffering I may endure, love with carry me through to a new day. I am sad for anyone who does not believe in love. ---

It Beats In A Wrong Time...
There comes a time that we feel we found the perfect partner for us... But often times the situation isn't easy... The hardest part is not letting go of the feeling, but trying to live without that certain piece that could have completed us... That no matter how many relationships we'll be into, No one can ever replace that special person we'll forever dream of... The heart beats when the soul finds its equal, yet most of the time... ...it beats in the wrong time.

It Begins From Here
I guess I can say pretty much whatever I want to here as this is my blog after all. It may be of interest to some of you here or it may not, but the important thing is that it's my little bit of cyber space and I can use it for whatever I feel like saying. So.............today was a wonderfull day for me and so very spiritually enlightening! I blessed the holistic center where I will be working and managing very shortly and I fell inlove with the surroundings and the tranquility of the place. I never thought for the life of me that one day I would be doing my dream job and now I am! If it's a dream don't wake me up or I will whip your ass!! Hell I just might whip your ass anyway hehehehe. So my journey has begun and it's a wonderful feeling.

It Begins
I CANT FIND A WAY.... TO SAY WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID.... THE SADDNESS OF OTHERS AROUND ME.... LOST IN MY OWN MIND.... TRAPPED IN THE SHADOWS OF HEADSTONES.... THE DARKNESS IS OVERWELMING.... DEATH LOOMS.... I CAN FEEL HER PRESENCE ALL AROUND ME.... HER BEAUTY HID BY THE SHINE OF THE SITHE.... THE CONFUSION IS MY PARANOIA.... OF THE TEARS THAT HAVE TO BE SHED.... AND THOSE THAT HAVE ALREADY BEEN.... THE WISPERS OF DARK ANGELS ECHO THROUGH THE NIGHT.... THE SWEETNESS OF THE SOUND CAPTIVETS ME.... TELLING OF THINGS THAT NEED TO BE.... AND THOSE THAT SHALL.... ALL THAT I CAN DO FOR NOW IS WONDER.... TRY TO MAKE ALL THINGS CLEAR.... BEFOR I FALL THROUGH THE CRACKS OF COFFIN.... MY HAPPINESS IS NOT IMPORTANT.... TIME IS NOT FOREVER.... THIS IS FOR ALL THOSE AROUND ME.... THOSE THAT SHOW ME LOVE.... BEFOR ALL THINGS END.... IT WILL ALL BE CLEAR....

It Beats Before Thee
it beats as you betray.it mourns when thou are lost. it aches at the silence and quivers in the darkness. child like in so many ways it yearns for the calm collected freedom that is sheltered by the hand of love.we all perish when what we know.. becomes the unknown.agonizing are the depths of the dark uncharted nothings.the hatred not really hatred but fear.inevitably it shall come.coldness settles. brittle tears and crumbling hearts disintegrate

It Begins, Road Less Traveled
Its been a long time since I actualy had these feeling. Like a light switch being turned on, in a hollow black soul. It has re-awakened... I am very fearful right now. Do I want this back? Do I need this back? I just wish someone could help me right now. Damnit!!! Why do I want this back??? I was fine being cold... But now I want to............. (Love)!!! That just sent a shiver down my back... who really wants an old has been like me... I wish someone could show me the way. Someone save me... Please :(

It Begins
It BeginsLost within spent momentsWhen happpiness seamedSo close HelloGoodbyeIn the blink of an eye Our love fellTo the championTime Tear streaked lonlinessImplodingPieces of mind Shallow meanings of loveSlayThe sacred shrine Narcotic memoriesSmoke signalsLeft behind resonance Through the swelter and the stormClouds drift pastThe moments we had Since the time I was bornDistant voice pointingTo destined futures Traces of loveResidual differencesShadows of what once was Not good enough to beTouched againSo It begins+Brown Recluse+-2009-

It Begins
Nickolas leaned back against his table, waiting, he left Sheri kneeling at the door, waiting. Yes, It was definately time to move forward. He opened the door to his Dungeon, and Sheri knelt obediantly, eyes down, ankles crossed, mouth open, wrists up. Her face looked a little frightened, but inquisitive. Nickolas held out his hand, beckoning her to rise and follow. Sheri got up, and followed him inside. The place looked like freaking Disneyland! Rows of toys, whips, floggers, canes, switches..all for her sweet ass! Sheri looked around as much as she could before he took control. She noticed a small lump, or something, under a furry cover. What the hell could that be?? she asked herself, and then Nickolas spoke. "Sheri?" he said softly. "Are you ready?" Sheri nodded, and he took her by the hands, and lifted them up over her head. His hands roamed her body, slowly pulling the sub gown off her. His teeth found her nipples, still a little sore from the new piecings, a

It Been Some Time I Did Blog But Its Time Move On
There been a lot change to fu since I was gone, but I too went for ride too thing have change, team addicted still here .I meet few on here not write home about but ugly and turn offs, but I keep true my self yes my mind like play games history like come back bit me in ass, I been hiding a some thing from a lot of you some thing big even some of you know what it is, when I came back did alot changes to my profile this true even on facebook it was done, still prez of team addicted, still bad ass trouble maker but there is some one who keeps me in line no name will be giving she trouble all you need to know

It Begins
So It begin's early figured as much. In everybody's life there are people who don't like each other for differant reasons & for social site's like this 1 there is the block button meaning the person can stop the other person from looking at there profile and messaging them. In My Theory in RL ignoring and not paying attention to another person is like putting them in another realm for the rest of there life span & immortal life. So it begins.

It Bothers Me
when someone i didnt want reading my blogs in the first place (ex sis in law) starts quoting what i say in them...its like ive been violated. esp. when what i say has been taken out of context. so i'm going to be MIA at least for a little while.... please forgive me. :D if u want to know all the dirty details of whats going on www.myspace.com/heartbroken101 and check out some of my blogs.

It Brings Us Back Again...
four thirty in the morning. for some reason, i'd rather be doing this in myspace. but myspace is being it's typical whore-self. when all looks lost and dying, the blood brings us back again. the deepest crimson, screaming loud and free. the twinge in the veins stinging and singing it's swan song. dripping down pale flesh. the world is not over, is it? i'm not losing it, right? i can't sleep. i'm trapped inside my own head. i want to sleep. i want NOTHING more than to sleep. to curl up in a fetal position and spin the world on it's head in dreamy dreamland. and i would be there if i had someoen to talk to. someone who maybe cared. just maybe. but no one cares anymore. only about themselves. never about anyone else. well, it may be that.... or it just may be me. now, i'm not saying 'oh, no one cares about me!' in that angsty teenage way. no, i'm commenting on the trash i try to keep as 'friends', or at best 'acquaintances'. when they need me, i'm there. i'm there with bells on to li

It Broke 1,000,000
well i been waiting for this. i got to admit that cherrytap is alot cooler than what it started out to be (lostcherry.com) but i'm glad that people are getting into this site, it's great. i've been a user since before mumms (which i'm not allowed to post btw grr) since before happy hour, blasts, or even gifts for that matter. yup, i'm old school cherrytap. and this day is a crazy day for me. i feel like an elderly fool even though i'm only 25 yrs old, because so much has improved. welcome all you newbies from this point on, and i hope my orig. friends will all be true

It Brings Me Back All The Time.
Well I tryed to get away from Erie. Too bad im not a country girl. I guess im just not made for the quietness. I was in NH for 8 months. 6 out of those 8 months was hell. I was living with someone who was treating me like shit. Than the last 2 months I was homeless. I was sleeping in a gazeebo in the middle of winter. Thank god someone found me and took me in before I got too sick to live anymore. Than I was moved into a shelter. They sent me back here to Erie. Oh lovely Erie with all it's drama and violence. Who knew that at one point I would go from growing up in a relatively safe place to being scared to even go grab my mail. I guess that's life, and it sucks.

It Breaks Your Heart..
It breaks your heart when people you know,become people you knew;when you can walk rite past some one as if they were never a huge part of their life.U use to be able to talk for hours and now you can't even look each other in the damn eye.It completly breaks your heart to know that good things change;and there's nothing you can do...

[...it Brings Us Closer Than Dying And Cancer And Crying... (part Two)]
[Tool. The Patient] a groan of tedium escapes me startling the fearful is this a test? it has to be otherwise i can't go on draining patience drain vitality this paranoid, paralysed vampire acts a little old but i'm still right here giving blood, keeping faith and i'm still right here wait it out be patient wait it out be patient if there were no reward to reap no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path i've chosen here i certainly would have walked away by now going to wait it out if there were no desire to heal the damaged and broken met along this tedious path i've chosen here i certainly would have walked away by now and i still may and i still may be patient be patient be patient i must keep reminding myself of this i must keep reminding myself of this i must keep reminding myself of this if there no reward to reap no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path i've chosen here i certainly would have walked away by now and i still may and i still may

It Can't Get Much Worse
So today my dad tells me he thinks its time we put down the dog. She is 15, and for the most part you can't tell. What you can't see is that she is ate up with cancer and diabetes. The diabetes has ate away at her spine causing her problems to stand and walk. She has fallen down the stairs more then I can count and our biggest fear is she will fall and break something, causing more pain. Tonight, she fell while trying to eat. It wasn't the first time. It's something that my dad has put off and we both agreed it can't be done anymore. I am sitting here, crying over a dog. But she has been with us since she was just a pup. She has become part of the family and to know that tonight is the last night she will be here breaks my heart into a million pieces. I doubt I will be around tomorrow. We have to go at 7pm to have her put down. I don't think anything has ever broken my heart like this is right now. And I can't even imagine what my dad is downstairs thinking. He never

It Can't Be A Good Sign When Taking Your Car In...
for repairs, you open up the hood to let the Assistant Service Manager take a looksy to see what might be making soooo much noise, and one of the first things (that I even) notice is the hose connecting to the air filter housing is disconnected. The compressor isn't doing its thing to have the cold air blow through the interior.... The heater coil may indeed be out from the description of events.... The noise underneath may be from a pully being out from one of the belts.... It is past tune up time.... Augghgghghghh.... Then.... Enterprise is out of cars and finally found me a mini-van at a mere $42/day. Then Enterprise puts a $200 hold on my credit card when they only put $50 hold on it last time. Aughghgghghghghhh.... Can I just go back to bed and it will be all okay when I wake up??? I sooooo wish that could happen. :D

It Came So Quick
Another year where Christmas is just around the corner. I still haven't even started my shopping yet. My habbit is waiting till the last minuite. For all of you who wait till the last minuite to do your X-mas shopping, don't lol. either the items you want are sold out already or the stores are jam packed with people pushing and shoving to get the last item on the shelf.

It Can Be Done!
Okay, People. Wanted to share something with you all. I'm going to briefly tell you about one man's journey to become fit and healthy. At the tender age of twenty-six, Dustin was unable to walk more than few paces without being entirely out of breath. Taking those few steps would make his back and legs ache. You see, over the years, his muscles had atrophied... Dustin's wake up call came in the form of scales. Not your everyday scales, mind you. We're talking scales that are used to weigh semi trucks at weigh stations and truck stops. Four hundred and seventy-five is a hard number to swallow. Looking at the slip of paper with that damning number printed on it, Dustin knew he had to do something. He started off extremely slowly. He could barely walk. He's at two hundred and eighty now. That leaves him eighty pounds to lose. That's one hundred and ninety-five pounds since October 25, 2005. To all of you who have given up, don't. Get up and go again! It c

"it Can't Get Much Worse" Vs. "no One Should Ever Feel Like..."
So uncomfortble in my own skin. Can I barrow yours for a while and see if it feels like home? No.. I thought not. Its been broken for too long. Bind myself back together with bent nails and rusty staples. Im out of bandaids and superglue. Its futile to put the peices back together, when its too fragile to exist. Is this my face or just another mask? Another lie? Another fake? Another recreation of me? How can you tell when your real? Alive? Breathing? Synthetic is simple, your awareness of such is gone. Where is the line between you and them? Rip yourself appart Peice by peice Time and time again.

It Can Quickly Slip Away From Us
The Old Soul I sat in the park and saw and old soul, It seemed wrong to me how he was treated so cold, He seemed to looked for some attention from ANYONE, Though they saw him they'd still just walk by, The disappointment on his face could clearly be seen, Watching this sad sight brought a tear to my eye, So I went and sat with him hoping to make him smile, He gleamed and beamed at the sight of me like a young child, He told of his life from when he was young. That people would always consult him whether with a chore or fun, How when they were young he seemed like no great thing, But as they grew older it was to him that they be gan to cling, But in thier golden years at him do some curse, They treat his presence as if it is the worst, This hurts him so for he means no harm, He only wanted thier company and not to cause alarm, I sat and listened to this old soul speak so, The longer I sat and listened the more to me he became known,

It Cant Be True!!
1. How old will you be in five years? 32 2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today? Lori and Beverly 3. How tall are you? 4'10.5" 4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks? Christmas 5. What's the last movie you saw? 300 6. Who was the last person you called? Chamber of Commerce 7. Who was the last person to call you? Shannon 8. What was the last text message you received? Hey girlie, what's up? 9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail? people dont leave me messages because i answer the phone. 10. Do you prefer to call or text? call 11. What were you doing at 12am last night? sleeping 12. Are your parents married/separated/divorced? divorced 13. When is the last time you saw your mom? 2 months ago 14. What color are your eyes? blue 16. What are you wearing right now? blue jeans and shirt and heels 17. What is your favorite christmas song? Rudolph(I always cheer for the underdog) 18. Wher

It Can Be Thanksgiving Each & Every Day
The table is brimming with good things to eat; We're surrounded by family and friends; what a treat. The feelings that fill us today can't be beat; It's Thanksgiving Day, and it all feels complete. But other days, sometimes things don't seem so fine; Those days are not polished and don't seem to shine. It's then in our minds, we forget all the good, And think of the things we would get, if we could. On days when our thinking causes dread, If we could remember, it's all in our head, And not let our minds take our gratitude away, Then we'd make every day like Thanksgiving Day.

It Cant Rain All The Time?
whoever thinks that apparentlly has never been to vancouver Washington, its been raining Non fucking stop here for over a week strait, with no sign of stopping, its raining so fucking hard right now i cant fucking sleep! god damit i need to move some where where it doesent fucking rain!

It Can Happen If You Believe It Can Happen.
Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact. --William James Before Orville and Wilbur Wright ever flew the first airplane at Kitty Hawk, they believed flight was possible. They had a picture of it in their minds. The first step in creating anything is to be able to picture it in our minds. If we can picture it as a possibility, we can work to make it happen. When we were small, we dreamed a thousand dreams about what could happen in our lives. Anything, even magical things, seemed like they could happen, and our world was full of visions. That part of us that believes wonderful, magical things can happen is still in us. It may have been beaten down for a while, but it is still there waiting to help us seek the wonderful, lovely, and good things in life. Which of my dreams can I work toward today?

It Came In The Night
It came in the night a poem by Susan Riley I wake,my heart thumping in my throat, A noise has silence,broken, As I slept amidst a dream, A voice came in the night, And lingered,words unspoken. Icy fingers down my spine, I felt them as I left my slumber, Cold sweat on my trembling brow, Blood is rushing in my ears.. Sounds like roaring thunder. Tears have soaked my frightened face.. I don't know why it's so.. I don't understand this fear in me.. It came to me so suddenly, But do I want to know? In the darkness can I see.. A form that floats in the doorway? I feel like something is watching me.. And I'm not certain what it is.. But I wish it would go away.. The figure moves towards me.. a cloudy floating mist.. Advancing slowly toward my bed.. Thunder crashing in my heart... I'm silently screaming,"What is this?" This is a ghost I see before me.. I am convinced that it is so... Gliding thru my bedroom... Shining in the darkness.. A whitish golden glow..

It 'can' Happen!! Lol : Smiles :
lol Ok, I gotta get this out lol I have been livin my life, choosing the WRONG men! lol damn can I ever pick those wrong one's! BUT, not anymore!! :D I'm pickin the RIGHT one's now!! weeeeeeeefuckinwooooooo!!!!!!! : gives mahself a hug and a grope : hehe ;) I've sooo realized that there's a lot of them out there that are so full of shit and I DID let them kind of take advantage of me and my heart and my mind too. : shakes me head in such disbelief : lol But , hey, there ARE 'good' men out in this world and I'm finding that out more n more each day, we don't have to settle for the one's that play with our minds and hearts ya'll. Same goes to me male friends about women. I've been basically a very happy 'good' person lettin those assfucktards rip me down and apart, but , nope not anymore! I LOVE ME and I'm gonna be me no matter what! :D : smiles : I wish you all love and happiness, from the deepest parts of my true heart!! :D I LOVE YOU ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL SO MUCH!!!!!GOD BLE

It Came To Me From A Dream
There's a well known fact in the spirit world that's never been proven to be true, that when you're thinking of a lost loved one it's because they are thinking about you. A spirit is without body, form, or face but they truly exist in a very special space. They spend their days in freedom, merriment and glee, hoping that every now and then someone somewhere will be thinking of me. You see that is how they subsist in their spectral place, gaining strength and sustenance when you remember their face. So keep a poor ghost's hope alive and feed them to, Because when you're thinking about a lost loved one, they are thinking about you.

It Can Always Be Worse!!!
Remember, all of you, my friends and loved ones..... IT CAN ALWAYS BE WORSE!!! When you have a 'I Hate My Job' Day, [even if retired you have those sometimes] Try this: On your way home from work, stop at your pharmacy and go to the thermometer section and purchase a rectal thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson Be very sure you get this brand. When you get home, lock your doors, draw the curtains and disconnect the phone so you will not be disturbed. Change into very comfortable clothing and sit in your favorite chair. Open the package and remove the thermometer. Now, carefully place it on a table or a surface so that it will not become chipped or broken. Now the fun part begins. Take out the literature from the box and read it carefully. You will notice that in small print there is a statement: 'Every Rectal Thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested and then sanitized. ' Now, close your eyes and repeat out loud five times,'I am so

It Can Happen To Anyone!
This bulletin is going around about spousal abuse and domestic violence and I felt compelled to share a little of my story with you. I am not going to get into details because well, there's just too much. BUT IT CAN HAPPEN TO ANYONE AND HAS HAPPENED TO ME. I spent ten years married to a MANIAC. He sought help from time to time so like a "good wife" I stuck around. This was last February, 2007. He is currently incarcerated for trying to kill me that night. I am not asking you to repost this bulletin or to have pity on me. You don't have to "awwww" or tell me how sorry you are. But if you know someone who is a victim, stand by their side and support them. Let them know how important they are to you and how much more they deserve for themselves. They won't get help til they are ready but it will help to know there are people that care. xoxo PebblesinAZ Think its OK to boss a girl around? Slap her around a few times and teach her a lesson? She'

It Can Change Your View Of A Person
JUST WANTING TO GET SOMETHING OFF MY CHEST...... I FOUND OUT VERY RECENTLY THAT SOMEBODY I 'THOUGHT' WAS A GOOD FRIEND, DECEIVED ME. TURNS OUT I WAS BASICALLY USED BY THIS PERSON. IT'S NOT THE FIRST TIME THAT I'VE BEEN USED BY A SO CALLED 'FRIEND' AND I'M SURE IT WON'T BE THE LAST TIME. .... IT JUST REALLY MAKES ME SICK AT HOW SOMEBODY CAN SO EASILY DECEIVE AND LIE TO SOMEONE THEY CLAIM TO BE A GOOD FRIEND TO. DECEPTION SUCH AS THIS, CAN TOTALLY CHANGE YOUR VIEW OF A PERSON....BUT, LESSON LEARNED. NOW, I DON'T EVER MIND HELPING OUT A FRIEND OR EVEN SOMEBODY THAT I DON'T KNOW AT ALL, BUT , BECAUSE OF 'FRIENDS' LIKE THIS ONE AND OTHERS, THAT'VE USED ME AND LIED TO ME, IT'S MAKING ME WONDER IF I SHOULD EXTEND THAT 'HELPING HAND' TO ANY 'MORE' PEOPLE AGAIN. I GUESS IT'S JUST PART OF LIFE, BUT IT REALLY DOES HURT A LOT WHEN YOU FIND OUT THAT YOU'VE BEEN DECEIVED , ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S BY SOMEBODY YOU 'THOUGHT' WAS A FRIEND. LOL I GUESS NOW I CAN RELATE THAT OLD SAYING TO THI

It Can Be Done You Know
Yeah it can be done and I can prove it can be done - what can be done I hear you ask - its simple really. I stayed off pc all morning, went shopping, had a row with my son about who spends the most money (obvious I do cos I have to feed the four kids, clothe them and buy cigarettes for me) but he dont see that - well he wouldnt, he is only 16 and like his father, thinks the world owes him a living!!!! Now after filling in countless forms, (none of your beeswax as to what they are for, but one of them was for more money to decorate this place!) making a few phones about things concerning my children, and doing housework, (still doing housework by the way!) I have done my comments on here and shall we say that I feel accomplished that I can actually stay off Fu and deal with real life. Monday defo suck, but hey just deal with it - I bought some choclate today and thats made me happy as well. Going out with an ex on Wednesday - woo hoo - and this one actually comes to see m

It Cannot Wait, I'm Yours
well you done done me and you bet i felt it i tried to get you but you're so hot that i melted i fell right through the cracks and i'm trying to get back before the cool done run out i'll be giving it my bestest nothin's going to stop me but devine intervention i reckon its again my turn to win some or learn some i won't hesitate no more no more it cannot wait, i'm yours well open up your mind and see like me open up your plans and damn you're free look into your heart and you'll find love love love listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me ah la peaceful melody its your godforsaken right to be loved love loved love love so i won't hesitate no more no more it cannot wait i'm sure theres no need to complicate our time is short this is our fate, i'm yours i been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror and bendin over backwards just to try to see it clearer my breath fogged up the glass so i drew a new face and laughed i guess wha

It Came In The Apartment Thru The Fireplace...
ICK...so yeah, last night I thought a bird flew past me about 1am while sitting here on the computer in my living room. OMG, and for me even thinking it was a bird freaked me out but still it was definately not a bird. And dont ask me why. I guess it was late and dark in the room when I finally checked to see what it was. The worst part is that I had to wait in the morning before I could call someone to get help with this thing...Now, I did try to lure it out of the apartment as it was by opening the sliding door to the balcony but this BAT, just wanted to stay where it was by hanging onto the inside of my shades where the balcony was. Well, this time of year, it was pretty cold outside so naturally this thing did not want to go outside...so I just had to close the door after awhile since even I was getting cold. Luckily, it did not harm the kids. A lady from the NEB Humane Society was able to pick it up from my apartment in the later morning but we certaintly dont have to worry about

It Can Work
when it comes to having a relationships even if they are long distance if the 2 people like each other then they can make it work it dont matter how far they may live as long as they do plan on meeting atlest this way is kind of good but it also sucks the good parts are give you time to get to know them give you some time to think give you time to talk on the phone and it does give you time to know he might be the right one if he keeps in contact with you in some way weather it made me im or cell or even on a social network now we come to the bad things that does suck ass you wont be able to have sex with them however i think that is good my self since after all iam tire of only being good enough for a fuck Buddie you wont be able to hold them you wont be able to go out and do things with them unless you use your webcam lol but you no what anything that is worth it in this world you should be able

It Can't Be True
It’s not true, It’s not true You hated me You despised me You hated the air I breathed You hated the way I snored You hated my lying on you You hated me loving you You hated me wanting you You hated me needing you You hated me desiring you You hated me dreaming about you You hated the idea of me and you It can’t be true all those hurtful words Every time I see your eyes I still see the love I still see the desire I still see the want I still see the need I still see the dream I still see you and me Please tell me it isn’t true Those vicious words you threw Hitting me in the heart, the soul It can’t be true me not loving you

It Came To Pass
Many times often humanity judges, I’ve done this myself.. now I stand correct with self.. when you’re so right the wrongs never felt, I am not the one that breathes all breathe in all life.. what stone shall I cast vast on mortality with might.. smite, hate, envy ... it all flows the same.. I’m no savior , no jooks of shook nooks.. hooks or fascinations whomever’s temptations.. let the last be first an out last the words from our pads.. scripts, tablets, mallet or hammer.. cut from t he stone milk and honey is it’s clone..

It Came Out Of His Eyse
So today i went to my friends house and was walkin around in his basement waiting for him to come downstairs and i stepped on something and i was like "fuck, i got a piece of bubble gum on my fuckin brand new shoes!!!!!" so i picked up my foot and there it was! A baby mouse i squished it so bad its brains came out of its eyes! LMAO!! I fuckin laughed until i was crying! Sorry thats just my sense of humor it was fuckin hilarious!!

It Cannot Be
It Cannot BeTell me that you did not take your last breath on lover's day. The day of the year eveyone celebrates their love. No, it cannot be.Does my heart still bare the pain and anguish of that accursed day?Will my heart ever let loose the pain? No, it cannot be. Why must I feel alone? Both my parents gone, but one left me onlover's day. Valentine's Day. Was it an ironic twist of fate? No, it cannot be. It cannot be that I lost you. Cannot be that I shall never see youagain. Cannot, just cannot, be that you left me on lover's day this one was written not long after my mom died..it hit me hard and i did some stupid shit... I wasnt sober for like 6 months...when iw rote this i was drunk, stoned, and hopped up on pills trying to drown my pain of losing her and the things i never got to say and that i didnt get to do when she asked me and i said no..................damn still hurts............

It Can`t Replace The Feel Of Real Touch "" Holding, Hugging, Arms Around You When You Really Need A Real One !
why don`t each Town get some place lonely people could meet besides a BAR " kind of forces lonely people who hurt already into drinking ! 1 hour ago · Comment · Like · View Djinn Williams likes this. Becky Leuallen 1 hour ago then they keep going to find someone, but drink more and more and after a while there Alcoholics """ William Jones 58 minutes ago hey you can go to a bar and not drink and still have a good time meet dance and just talk still a lot of fun, Becky Leuallen 52 minutes ago most bars don`t want you there if your not buying some thing while your s

It Can Take A Toll
Many of you ask what happened to my hand. September 29th of last year i cut my wrist and had to have surgery. It took two doctors and 5 hours to put my hand back together. It will never work normal and I lost my whole life over it. Why? you ask, well I am still trying to figure out where I lost myself enough for this to happen. I have always been a strong person, so this is a confusion to me. I allowed people to run me down and stress took a toll on me that it just happened. I still see that night over and over in my head. That night I lost my whole life and everyone I ever cared about. A lot of it had to do with a guy named Todd Dreka. This is the guy that was man of my dreams or so I thought. But he fucked up my hrad mentally by telling me constantly I was whitetrash and no one would want me then tell me he loved me then hit me or throw me down stairs. I finally got away but not before he managed to ruin my whole life. I have since been trying to get it back together with no blue sky

It Can Be A Scary World Even On Here.
Two days ago I went & talked to the police about a situation here. I was given some good advice, no-one should fear or feel scared @ anytime on here or anywhere else. If you are come talk to me, I will tell you what you need to do & what this person can & can not do on here or any social site and when they tell you they are coming to get you, take it very serious. I honestly never felt I needed to fear this person, but now I do and so does the Police, I go back tomorrow to get things rolling I had to go back today on new stuff. Don't give out any info on yourself, NEVER. I fucked up and now I am scared. I will not be intimidated though to leave. I will not say his name because with what is going on it can hurt me in my case in the long run, but he/she can't either cause it will hurt him/her more. So much to this than I ever knew. I probably should not be writing this, cause it could fuel fire to the flame already started. If you need to know where to start just ask me. I will lead yo

It Can Turn Out To Be A Substitute For Luis
Blue Benfica Final Offer 2100Chelsea's season up to now is each inner and external signatures Winter crucial. Chelsea expensive for many, several other clubs are getting the subject. In winter, the window opens; Chelsea with the Planet Cup Football Shirt increased the tempo of signings, to finish the war using the negotiation of other sustainable. Previously, the asking price tag once reached a Benfica Luis 5000, it is clear that, torn blue has lost patience with all the nature in the asking price tag. Blues might be the correct Maillot Espagne the initial agreement. Portuguese State ups and downs this season, the season while in the Blues triumph qualified fashion demonstrate, and after that repeated the crew to drop when the sink sinners. Ancelotti was established to have the Portuguese to return house. Ahead of that, Chelsea with the English Premier League Football Shirts had repeatedly stated interest Dutch Van der Veer right back, place forward the idea of this sale ma

The Itch
an itch has started one that can not be scratched working its was down my spine driving me crazy this unrelentess stress driving me mad wanting your caress seeking you out never finding you near striving for your touch my sweet adorable one hoping to feel your lips on mine wanting so much passion driving me insane for i see you from afar for not one rose could compare to the beauty i see my sweet lovely flower me your ever busy bee

The Itch
Movement subdue the back thing? So quiet now Subsequence systmatic violence The great cold distance The itch The urge Make way Think of something Bring out the fear As the tracks fall to waste One stand here Make haste Kill the itch Sick near And push and push and push and get there One crawl Single on the surface Reduced illumination Chemical inheritance The lies The fever

An Itch For Sex Pt.1
I want to tell you my story of how I became a woman who loves fucking a huge dick as much as anything great in the world. I am now involved with several groups with my husband who does his own thing while I do others. All of this is because God created me with an itch in my pussy that could be eased only by huge dicks entering and leaving with passion and love. God made my marriage work through this learning situation. My husband and I have a complete understanding and love for each other despite our different sexual appetites. Hope you enjoy this. I grew up in a strong southern Baptist church family where sex was never mentioned. I knew that I was different from my parents and friends in some way concerning sex, but never really deviated from their principles until after my marriage. My parents always pushed me towards marriage with strong Christian men. So I finally married Joe, a lifetime friend and neighbor. Joe was attending the seminary (after he completed his undergrad degree

Itchy !!
An itch to be scratched - A lust unmatched - An empty bed - "Let's go!" she said. And on the summer's afternoon we loved until we saw the moon. Exhausted, laying there exposed upon my belly, I proposed she scratch my back to top it off - and soon she did, so soft, so soft. Nails as sharp as 'Wiltshires' creep like slugs upon a compost heap across my sweaty skin until I feel an itch she can't quite kill. "Just up a bit." She hears me say. "Down a bit...the other way. Up a tad. You've gone askew. Slide across a touch or two. A little harder. Damn it! Swat it! Keep going, yes, you've almost got it. Listen woman, can't you tell. You're nowhere near it. Bloody Hell!” I fling my body in the air and land atop the carpet bare Grinding hard upon my back searching for a pointy tac to give me what I really need - a decent scratch that makes me bleed Bewildered, she is staring down, as losing it, I go to town. Raising up my back, I arch it, slamming hard do

It Changed And I Think I Like It
hey if u notice my page my comments that people leave me are at the bottom of my page instead of the side,I don't know how it happened or if I even did it?If it stays that way it'll be ok and if it changes back oh well!

Itching.
My soul is itching. Itching for someone to pique it's curiousity. It hasn't happened in so long. I want to find someone who makes me want to be a better person...someone who inspires me at the deepest of intellectual, emotional, romantic, and spiritual levels... I miss that growth that comes from knowing someone so well...that you might just know them better than you know yourself.

The Itch
Janet couldn't sleep. It might have been the heat or it might have been her roommate's snoring coming through the paper thin wall or it might have been that her shit-for-brains ex-boyfriend had walked out on her a week ago for the last time. Not that she missed him. Much. It could have been any of those things. But it wasn't. You see, she had this itch. It was a very aggravating itch, and it made her restless. It was located in a very special place, high up between her thighs. It was a very deep itch, and would require very deep scratching. Of course, she could scratch it herself, as she had done on several occasions before, but her restlessness was reinforced by the sound of gentle snores from the room next to hers. It would be oh so much better to have somebody scratch it for her. Allen had always been a good friend of hers, but she had preferred to keep it at a friendship level. When mutual financial circumstances had made sharing an apartment seem like a very good ide

Itchy
An itch to be scratched - A lust unmatched - An empty bed - "Let's go!" she said. And on the summer's afternoon we loved until we saw the moon. Exhausted, laying there exposed upon my belly, I proposed she scratch my back to top it off - and soon she did, so soft, so soft. Nails as sharp as 'Wiltshires' creep like slugs upon a compost heap across my sweaty skin until I feel an itch she can't quite kill. "Just up a bit." She hears me say. "Down a bit...the other way. Up a tad. You've gone askew. Slide across a touch or two. A little harder. Damn it! Swat it! Keep going, yes, you've almost got it. Listen woman, can't you tell. You're nowhere near it. Bloody Hell!” I fling my body in the air and land atop the carpet bare Grinding hard upon my back searching for a pointy tac to give me what I really need - a decent scratch that makes me bleed Bewildered, she is staring down, as losing it, I go to town. Raising up my back, I arch it, slamming hard do

Itchy Bitchy Spider
Im so nervous, I think my spider is going to molt. She walked trough different stages and I think she's in the final one now. She is making a web now on the floor of her living area, she didnt eat for weeks and she doesnt have the beautiful glow anymore... I cant wait to see her molt, because she must grown bigger then she is already... Im going out shopping... cant stand the heat. Not my spider in the movie, but its interesting to see a molting.

Itchy Bitchy Spider Part 2
My very beautiful tarantula has a brand new skin! She rolled on her back yesterday, just before I had to go to work. I was so nervous because I thought that I was totally going to miss the molting proces. But when I came home from work... she was just going to start, so I was the lucky girl to view the whole proces. It was awesome to see! One of the most interesting things I had ever seen. And she has grown! Wow... amazing!

Itchy
Introduction Ever had an itch you just couldn't satisfy? Maybe you'll relate to this poem. ITCHY An itch to be scratched - A lust unmatched - An empty bed - "Let's go!" she said. And on the summer's afternoon we loved until we saw the moon. Exhausted, laying there exposed upon my belly, I proposed she scratch my back to top it off - and soon she did, so soft, so soft. Nails as sharp as 'Wiltshires' creep like slugs upon a compost heap across my sweaty skin until I feel an itch she can't quite kill. "Just up a bit." She hears me say. "Down a bit...the other way. Up a tad. You've gone askew. Slide across a touch or two. A little harder. Damn it! Swat it! Keep going, yes, you've almost got it. Listen woman, can't you tell. You're nowhere near it. Bloody Hell!” I fling my body in the air and land atop the carpet bare Grinding hard upon my back searching for a pointy tac to give me what I really need - a decent scratch that makes me bleed Bew

An Itch Waiting To Be Scratched
I'm starting to get that itch again to just take off somewhere and see what's out there.i really miss traveling. The contolled chaos of it all, the uncertainty of not knowing if a bus or boat is running on time. will I make it or not?? eventually everything works out for the better and you end up somewhere different from where you started, but thats the point, isn't it? Ending up circled around a bonfire on a beach, under skies not visable from home, halfway around the world, with fellow travelers each with their own story, from all corners of the world. yet at that moment, we all ended up at the same place in our large universe.

The Itch
An itch to be scratched - A lust unmatched - An empty bed - "Let's go!" she said. And on the summer's afternoon we loved until we saw the moon. Exhausted, laying there exposed upon my belly, I proposed she scratch my back to top it off - and soon she did, so soft, so soft. Nails as sharp as 'Wiltshires' creep like slugs upon a compost heap across my sweaty skin until I feel an itch she can't quite kill. "Just up a bit." She hears me say. "Down a bit...the other way. Up a tad. You've gone askew. Slide across a touch or two. A little harder. Damn it! Swat it! Keep going, yes, you've almost got it. Listen woman, can't you tell. You're nowhere near it. Bloody Hell!” I fling my body in the air and land atop the carpet bare Grinding hard upon my back searching for a pointy tac to give me what I really need - a decent scratch that makes me bleed Bewildered, she is staring down, as losing it, I go to town. Raising up my back, I arch it, slamming hard do

Itchy Chesticles And Random Thoughts....
I have no idea what the chuff is going on, but I've broken out in some sort of hive-type thing around my chesticle/neck area. It's quite perplexing really. I've never been allergic to anything and I don't believe I've come into any brand new substances today. Maybe I've become allergic to myself. Isn't that just lovely. I have to admit, I have no idea what the sweet hell I'm doing. Not just some of the time, but ALL of the time. I think I do a pretty good job of faking it though. It seems a lot of people find me incredibly competent at most things, but little do they know that I am completely clueless and terminally confused about 97.4% of the time. Either I do a REALLY good job, or everyone else is just colossally stupid. I'm leaning toward the second choice.

Itch You Can't Scratch
Itch You Can't Scratch Have you ever had an itch that you just can't scratch? The kind that's dead center the middle of your back? It would be easier to have some help with this task, But years of independence has made me to stubborn to ask. So where does this leave me? I can only blame myself. For an itch I can't scratch, and being lonely as hell. Darlene

Itchy Balls
Television is a fixture in my life that compares to no other. Its like an old internet.. you ever wonder about all the information we wouldn't have known if it wasn't the TV. Think about where we were before TV... then think about how that had exponential decreased in purpose with the internet now. its crazy.. My basic enjoyment in my life for a few months was my ex girlfriend. When it was going good it was probably the best emotions I've ever had. Made going to the beach better, playing video games better, made going out to the mall better... how often do you go to the mall alone and see something funny but since you are alone its not as funny.. somebody to vibe off of..even if its a platonic relationship.. Now that this void I have in my life is there cause I don't have that best friend/girlfriend in my life I have attempted to fill it with my old friend television/internet. Then I remember all the reasons why I don't watch it anymore.. The oversaturation of reality TV aka

It Could Sort Of Work!!! Lol
AS I WAS BROWSING LC I SAW THAT A GIRL HAD MADE HER OWN CHASITY BELT. GUESS SHE WANTED TO SHOW HER MAN SHE COULD BE TRUSTED. OR MAYBE SHE JUST COULDN'T STAY OFF DICK BUT AS U SEE, SCROLL DOWN! THE FUCKING THING HAS NO LOCK!!!! HER VOW OF STAYING OFF PENIS DOESNT CONVINCE ME BUT I GIVE AN A- FOR EFFORT, JUST FOR THE PAIN FACTOR. ROFL-LMAO----BUDDY C.

It Comes
It Comes In the night it comes when the light fades and the sands of sleep weight eyelids beckoning sleep Malevolent... Foreboding... I can feel its presence on the edge of sanity In my mind it comes as conscious slips away pulling me into its grasp binding me Gripping... Choking... Paralyzed and washed with fear I struggle to move but a little For my soul it comes when terror lays claim waiting in shadow insidiously Frightening... Terrifying... Evil beyond all imagining clutched within its grasp For my life it has come when I will no longer resist and give myself over surrendering hope Desperately... Silently... Reality is evident around me nightmarishly surreal and warped Near the light you are there Just beyond my futile grasp unaware of my helpless plight out of reach Grasping... Twitching... Mustering only a forlorn moan My voice as frozen as my limbs I can see you there now even through closed eyelids In the world t

It Could Happen Again
It Could Happen Again Words and Music by Collin Raye (One frozen night in nineteen fourteen, at the height of World War 1, the unthinkable happen. All along the entire western front, the British and German forces laid down their weapons in an unofficial cease-fire to celebrate Christmas Eve together. They exchange gifts, and saw each other as brothers and that peace lasted for two more days until they were ordered back to battle. In those two days though, men remembered the reason for Christmas amongst the devastation and it’s a story that should never be forgotten) Through the smoke field night silence rose from both sides across a bloody battle field it was a cold Christmas Eve in 1914 for those who were there it seemed unreal, as time was still the sprit moved the soldiers to lay down their arms raise their voice in song and pretend for a while the war was over If it could happen then it could happen again a world torn apart to join hands and heart to celebrate his birth

It Comes In 3's
SHATTERED DREAMS NIGHTMARES AWAKE I'VE GIVEN MY HEART AND BURNED AT THE STAKE JOAN I NOW KNOW MY FATE WE SEE WHAT WE SEE WHILE WE'RE STILL OPAQUE A TREAT FOR THOSE WHO FORESAKE OR SOULS WHILE WE REACH FOR THE GODS ON OUR ASHES THEY LAY A ROSE THEY SAY A MAN CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD TO BE LAYED TO REST WITH THORNS ON HIS HEAD ITS NOT OUR FATE ALTHOUGH ITS BEEN SAID I'LL TAKE DEATH OVER LIFE OVER A FIRE LAKE BED

It Comes Without Saying...
It comes without saying that the most precious thing in life is the love of a child. It is an unconditional love that can keep you going thru the toughest times. It is the kind of love that that world should share but at the same time can also bring much dispare... To love unconditionally is beautiful but at the same time can bring tremendous pain. Especially when it brings no gain. Unfortunately because of the innocence involved. You can never know who will rise or fall, and from this can come the worst pain of all...

It Could Be Forever
Sorry, for the way I stare Forgive me, for the way I think of you Pardon me, for dreaming all about you And do understand, the way I love you If you just knew what it is like this way I shiver when you’re near I stare at you just to seize the day I act so strange if you’re around I feel my heart smile when I see you I brag endlessly uttering words about you And I’d be hurt just the thought you can’t be mine If you just knew how long I’ve been hidin’ The secret of my affection, admiration I have I never want you to notice That I’m simply falling in love But I hate the way I feel this pain The pain, the fear of not wanting you to know Or even just to give you a single clue For I fear to face rejection and humiliation If I’d think about how I acted when you’re near I think I’m gonna regret those things Coz I assume I got lost that moment Trembling, gasping for what to do and say If I just knew how to be myself with you If only I knew what’s in your mind Then

It Could Have Gone Better...
Well... the gig was this past Thursday night... and I really wish more BBW's would have shown up... We worked our asses off... and the Club owner was condesending and unpleasent... He didn't care that my partners and I wanted to bring his club more business with the BBW crowd and the guys that love em... ME! My business partner... Josh.. wanted to go punch the owners son in the face... but we didn't want to alienate ourselves from working in other places in the AV... so we were pleasent.... [good business sense!] Anyway... I guess Uncle Sams in Lancaster, CA has something against people who try to bring them more business on an off night! [They seem to Especially despize the Size Acceptance crowd!.. Hmmmmm] We will press on and find another venue for our BBW event! :) Thats it! Have a Great Day!

*77~it Could Save Your Life
Information below about calling *77 on a cell phone. A MUST KNOW, *77 I knew about the red light on cars, but not the *77. It was about 1:00 p.m. in the afternoon, and Lauren was driving to visit a friend. An UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put his lights on. *Lauren's parents have always told them never to pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road, but rather to wait until they get to a gas station, etc. Lauren had actually listened to her parents advice, and promptly called *77 on her cell phone to tell the police dispatcher that she would not pull over right away. She proceeded to tell the dispatcher that there was an unmarked police car with a flashing red light on his rooftop behind her. The dispatcher checked to see if there were police cars where she was and there weren't, and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that he had back up already on the way. Ten mi

It Could Happen To You!!!
I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. "It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her." I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly

It Could Have Been Forever
It could have been forever If not for foolish things To play the obstacles And now we both are building up this wall And it falls between us Like the lines we refuse to read And it’ll fall around us Crashing on the shores of our Beliefs We build it up again All because we can’t face The things that push us out Of place We are both to blame For all that we cry for If we cry at all What can save us now To sacrifice what little Dignity remains Push against it just to feel the grain To make sure it’s real this time Not just the heat of the Moment, if you don’t mind I don’t want to be burned by Your fire But it feels so cool I’d like to burst the blister It’s such a pretty pattern If you can see it Trace the lines upon my face Count the wrinkles round My eyes when I smile I’d hate to think this feeling Is you, and you alone I’d hate to think I can’t Feel this way without you If only we would stop Building what fell between us The

It Comes Down To This (i Still Love You Baby)
What can I say I've lost you again you made your decision and put "us" to an end What I didn"t expect had come so fast I guess we were different cause I thought it would last What made me happy was to see you smile and now that you're gone it will take me a while Though you're not mine I still strive to see your face God it's hard to believe it seems so out of place I thought that I knew you I thought you were right But you changed my opinion in one single night To say I'm not sad well it's all a big lie 'cuz when you see me happy I'm really wanting to cry I'm sure that you're glad now that you're free no more holding you back just 'cuz of me You just wanna be friends I guess that'll have to do but please never forget I will always love you

It Continues
You sick fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trying to buy a little boy??? What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? GET SOME FUCKING HELP, YOU FUCKING PEDOPHILE!!!!!! FUCK IT, DRIVE OFF A CLIFF, DO US ALL A FUCKING FAVOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It Comes From Within.....
.....not from someone else You have that friend that is never single. They'll stay in a relationship until a new suitor comes along. Its as though they must have a partner just so they can function. Almost like they dont know life without one so instead of facing life, they'll keep one around. To them, they're happy. To us, they're miserable sacks of potatoes (the ones that will never see the joy of being loaded mashed potatoes). Actually, this sounds like someone who is addicted to a drug. The relationship is a drug and they cant get enough of it. Most of the time (97.98% of the time) they whine and complain about their partner. She'll whine about how he always forgets to feed the cat. He'll complain about how shes chews him out for not feeding the cat like she told him to. Your friend is in that relationship because it makes them happy....when in fact its the opposite. When all you do is stress out, bitch, complain, cry, argue over or with someone, how is that being happy? How

It Could Happen Again
It Could Happen Again Words and Music by Collin Raye (One frozen night in nineteen fourteen, at the height of World War 1, the unthinkable happen. All along the entire western front, the British and German forces laid down their weapons in an unofficial cease-fire to celebrate Christmas Eve together. They exchange gifts, and saw each other as brothers and that peace lasted for two more days until they were ordered back to battle. In those two days though, men remembered the reason for Christmas amongst the devastation and it's a story that should never be forgotten) Through the smoke field night silence rose from both sides across a bloody battle field it was a cold Christmas Eve in 1914 for those who were there it seemed unreal, as time was still the sprit moved the soldiers to lay down their arms raise their voice in song and pretend for a while the war was over (chorus) If it could happen then it could happen again a world torn apart to join hands and heart to celebrate his

It Couldnt Get Any Better
There has been so much going on in my life The last year...Lets see I meet back up with chris after not talking to him sence my 10 grade year of high school..We stared talking last November of 2006 Said we did want to hook up...We Got together December 6,2006 we have a great relationship June 19,2007 I found out we were haveing a baby...On October 17,2007 we found out we were haveing a baby girl....We are still together we have been together for a little over a year...Our baby girl will be here any day now...I have to admit i never thought i could love someone as much as I love him i would give up evrything for him and Kirah...they are my world

"it Couldn"t Be Me"
Death surrounds me always, A day doesn't go by when I don't cry; Everyone around me starts to decompose. I drink the alcohol to help me think, I smoked the weed to help woth the pain; I popped the pill to disappear. I took the knief to help forget, forever. The pain is so, strong it does not belong, Not in this world not anywhere; No one can be ashamed of me, The thought of death frees me; But, I sit and watch everyone else; They go so, fast it's like a rollercoaster. It gets my mind moving to speeds unknown, The things I can see sometimes scare me; Now, I stare at the needle I behold, It's not a game but, it could mean fame. No more pain as death starts to drown my soul. I have no more control, The needle has taken it's toll!

It Could Happen To You....
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND THINKING, 'SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD'. WELL.. YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE. MY NAME IS ALICE SMITH AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST. I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME. SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 40-ODD YEARS AGO. COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN? UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT. THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE. AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK HIGH SCHOOL. "YES. YES, I DID. I'M A MUSTANG," HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE. "WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?" I ASKED. HE ANSWERED, "IN 1959. WHY DO YOU ASK?" "YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!", I EXCLAIMED. HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY. THEN, THAT UGLY, OLD, BALD, WRINKL

It Consumes My Every Breathe
Not a day goes by that in life i don't wish things were different. So many days have passed, and my lonliness prevails. I miss life, and I dream of happiness one day. I have friends i treasure dear, and I wish that they were all right here. I have a heart so broken in two, No love, no dreams, and no hope will do. I cry alone at night hopiing for a glimpse of peace as i wake with the morning light. I am at a point i don't know what to do, I look and pray for a answer to help me through. I want loving arms to hold me tight, I want that comfort in knowing there is a end in sight. I feel i have found love along my journey and pain. I have found a love with wisdom, and no shame. My life is planned for me, and this life i know I will not always be here long. I just want who truly cares to know. My love for you will always live on. My heart cries for that touch, My tears beg to be dried because they are shed too much. I write this note to show I care, and I write it will all

It Comes To Us All.
It comes to us all. Makes no difference of our skin. Weather we're female or male. Good health or bad. Some pass with easy. Some do in the extreme. For the one left behide. Healing feels like a crime. To move on with daily life. When life has left them. Where do we go, does it just end. The pain is so great, rather be cut with a dull knife. Was there time to forgive. Was there time to speak of love. Death shows no mercy, yet it's not filled with hate. It finds us all.

It Could Be Worse
Normally I’m not this negative, but it gets hard when you’re not busy (read: keeping yourself busy) to not focus on a stuffy nose and what feels like your head as big as one of Dumbo’s ears. Hey, we were watching the Disney movie about the flying elephant with our kids last night; Sarah paid attention, and Jeffrey was already ready for bed. For that matter, I’d never seen the entire 1940 animated movie. Over nearly seven decades, it’s held up pretty well. I am not feeling particularly in a compositional mood today because I’ve caught the cold that’s a precursor to the flu going around our house. Even though I’m hardly bedridden, I sound to me about as bad as my recorded voice sounds to me – but that’s OK, everyone sounds bad to themselves in a recording! (It has to do with how the sound is processed through your ear’s semicircular canals, in case you wanted to know.) So to put whatever’s going around in perspective, I present this email I received yesterday: Having a bad

It Could Be All Bananas
My life is a CRAZY hectic mess,lol. But I love it and wouldn't change it for the world.. I'm sick of lying men so if you think to just use me and lie to get me then hit the exit door running or you'll be missing half an ass cheek! Honesty is always key,lol. And TRUST me I LOVE SEX! And if I want it you'll know..so don't harrass me please..I like to flirt and know when Im ready to do the talk,lol..

It Comes In Small Grains.
Happiness is like manna; it is to be gathered and enjoyed every day. --Tryon Edwards Life is like a winding path surrounded by flowers, butterflies, and delicious fruit, but many of us spend much of life looking for happiness around the next corner. We do not bend to enjoy the happiness, which is ours for the taking just at our feet. In our desire to reach the "pot of gold," the complete and lasting happiness we all want to fill our lives, we ignore anything which doesn't seem worthy of such a large ambition, or which can't give us the whole thing all at once. Happiness is all around us, but it often comes in small grains. When we gather it grain by grain, we soon have a basketful.

It Could Have Been Worse
So Sunday I was just messing around with my camera, trying to be all artistic and of course I drop the camera on its lens. Luckily, the lens doesn't break but the doo hickey that comes out when you take a picture gets jammed. It could have been worse because I could have broken the lens and really fucked it up. Luckily, my friend could easily fix the jam. When I woke up the next day, my eye was really sensitive to the light streaming through my wondow. i didn't think anything of it, until I was driving to take my camera to my friend and my eye would not stop watering and I could barely see. Later, my eye got all red and puffy. I had to get some stye ointment to put on it but it didn't seem to relieve the pain. It's finally healed up enough that I can put my contacts in today. It could have been worse, if this happened to both eyes and I was temporaily blinded.

It Could Have Been
A dark and dreary day it could have been, A funeral procession, Heads hung in mourning numbers, A young woman in infinite slumber, Buried in rich red velvet and dark mahogany; Her friends and family in agony. They ask, "Why did she want to leave? To go, and make us grieve?" The thick gray headstone might have read, Our daughter, Forever, we lay her to bed. Then they'd walk away, weeping And she'd just be sleeping... That was the way it could have been, After weeks and months, maybe ten Years would go by, and someone would query "Who was that girl, so young it was eerie, That she would want to die, Even before she gave life a try." Or ask, "Think of her mother, what must she feel? Does she still think if this is actually real? Or does she wish her baby will still come home?" Even though now her soul might roam In the wide open world she needed so severely, Despite the people she hurt so badly... That was almost the way things turned out, Death seemed the only way to go about The confu

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It Continues
So, momma has started her treatments now...she has gotten used to her seizure meds now so she still lays down quite a bit after she gets home, she is eating like crazy, somethin she has NEVER done..Being difficult about the docs though and still saying she doesnt need help. The med bills are really getting high nothing like they wil be though. I wonder if she realizes just how serious her condition is, dont realy believe she does...She has enjoyed all the company and help her friends have been giving especially the trips to McDs, she enjoys seeing her cliq of a morning and catching up on the gossip.

It Could Be No Other Way
It Could Be No Other Way by Poet Robert J. Neal on Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 12:28am · Yes..we're so very in Love... And in touch with each other... That it should be illegal But God has blessed Us... With all that we share... As the existence of things this powerful... Could only have come from Him... And we both know the truth of this Baby And I want you to know... That I won't ever change... my Love... I will continue to be... The loving and amazing man... That you fell in Love with... As to hear...that I'm your whole world... Only inspires me... to Pray for God's guidance... To become an even better man So that I can continue being the one... That you've given your heart and soul to And yes...you're right again... As we both know...that it could be no other way... And We wouldn't ever want it to be... As God has chosen Us...and we have chosen each other!!! Written By..Robert Neal

It Continues On...
2 weeks ago momma went for an mri, last monday, she found out that the tumor has spread throughout the left side of her brain and is now on its way into her brain stem. Her behaviour is still eratic, saturday she went for a walk and decided to cross 127 but she was seen just standing in the middle of the road with traffic whizzing by on both sides, I told her because the traffic is always so crazy she should cross at the crossing light, she didnt want to be told how to cross the road...

It Could Be You
Go ahead, turn away. Close your eyes, to what goes on everyday. Pretend as if, you cannot see. The pain in others, the pain in me. It is a hurt, not easily disguised. All it takes is, one look in the eyes. Of the victim, read their face. Visit this tragic, unfamiliar place. A place so horrific, most people can't grasp. In their protected world, they don't bother to ask. Too many times, I needed someones help. And the only person around, was myself. My plea is to open your eyes, do what you can. To help those in need, it's the only way to understand. Hear their story, it's the right thing to do. Who knows, one day, it could be you.

It'd Be Nice
Just one person I could tell any and everything to. Being understood would be nice. At the very least listened to and not judged. People that have that kind of friendship are lucky. It's a rarity. If you have that respect it.

It Didnt Feel Like Congratulations
Well so now i had giving birth,but was to worn out to get rid off the remaining placenta so i had to be taken to have the epidrael done.A funny experiance that was being laid there numb from the waist down with a guy that looked liked the spitting image off basil from faulty towers pulling my insides together and whilist stiching me up having a good old sing song.I could see the funny side side off that which kept me going as i was thinking when i was going to see my baby.I did see that guy later up on the ward and what a brilliant sense off humor he had!!!!.Well finally after being cleaned up by the nurses and made to eat something i was taken up on the bed to see my daughter.I had all ready been given a photo off her.The neonatal unit was a totally alien and strange but humbling experiance.The room filled with incubators occupied by tiny babies.Monitors bleebing every second and nurses and doctors every where,this was to be my daughters and our new home for the next two weeks before

It Didn't Have To Be This Way
This poem is dedicated to a friend I lost to a motorcycle accident. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You're in a hurry to leave, Anxious to go for a ride. You didn't even think about it, You left your helmet inside. Alone on the highway, The wind blowing through your hair. I ask you to wear a helmet, to show you that I care. Racing in the wind, ninety miles per hour. Not wearing your helmet, Do you feel you have power? I got a call from the police an hour ago, They said you were lucky to be alive. I rushed to the hospital, Praying to God you would survive. Laying in the hospital bed, Every piece of your body bruised and torn apart. Seeing you lay there going through pain, was enough to break my heart. I prayed to my higher power, Asking him to make things right. But the angels came to visit you, You died that very night. As I look at you in the casket, Tears filling my eyes. Are you looking down from heaven?, Can you feel my p

It Didn't Happen...
Well It didn't happen... I had wanted to Godfather for my birthday and it's just not gonna happen... 2 hours left and over 1 mil to go. It's kinda disapointing. My Vip expires tomorrow as well... maybe I need to take a fu break I just don't know...

It Doesn't Matter
Think about it for a minute. I mean really think about it. It is what ever is on your mind, right now. Did you think about it? Now ask yourself, "Does it really matter?" Sure it matters, right? No, I don't think so. When all is said and done, it doesn't matter. Save the planet, save trees, walk, don't walk, swallow, don't swallow, fight, fuck, be gentle, be kind, awe the hell with it, shove it in her behind... or his. He probably likes it too. And a week from now, it won't matter. Some of us will have passed and some of us will remain. Does it matter? Nah, it doesn't matter. I could go on and on. But 3 or 4 words into the sentece, I pause to think about it. And....well...it doesn't matter. And I like it like that. Blah, blah, blah, and it still doesn't matter. I wanna hear it from everyone on the L.C. Say it! It Doesn't Matter. A million years from now, big ol' Mother Earth will still be spinnin. Or maybe not but it still won't matter. So smile all. Be happy. Be w

It Dont Matter
okay guys, you alllll know we got women figured out. of course most of you are thinking, wait whats he mean we got em figured out, and the women reading this are thinking, got us figured out wtf is he talking about, ok just to paint a little picture for ya all... you all know this, that you knwo you make a girl cum i mean reallly hard, it doesn't matter how bad you mess up, i mean you could almost be caught cheating on her, it doesn't matter, the minute you say im sorry. they listen, they may not act like they are, but they do, before that they will scream and cry and be all upset, but when you say im sorry and accualy mean it, they listen, this is what i am talking about, yes we got them figured out, of course the dumb guys still dont get this.. but when you say im sorry they do listen to what you have to say, it doesn't matter if she caught you with ur stick in another girls cherry, its happened to me once, and many other people i know, lol, but alll you say is im sorry and acc

It Does Seem That Way I Guess
well I guess I can be an ass, yeah like you have never been an ass...I just cant seem to shake curtain things I know "get over it" right? yeah I wish I could, maybe a few years ago I could and I don't want to keep using my sons death for all my problems, I just cant seem to get over this sadness this weakness I feel everyday brings me more to nothing nothing more then the day before, was reading a book called "why bad things happen to good people" oddly enough written by a paster who's child had passed and I guess you have to be a special person to be able to deal with it, like I said this was a paster and even his belief and faith were tested, I don't know I have to deal with this in my own time on my own, one day at a time kids are suppose to bury parents not the way around, its sad and I feel it a lot.I cant seem to deal with assholes I use to be able to just walk away but for some reason I want to confront them and tell them how I feel, I do know that my doctor tells me that this g

It Doesnt Matter
People say it depends on how close you are to someone how bad it hurts when they die. THATS A LIE! I just lost my uncle. Yes, he was my uncle so I love him. But he was a selvish man who was hard to get along with. I just found out he died an hour ago. It still hurts like it does when i lose someone i am very close to. Its family he doesnt matter how close you are to the person. All that matters is how much you love them and how much you miss them when they are gone. So, dont say you wont miss someone when they are gone. Because when they are gone its to late and thats when you realize you cant redo things. So there is no, well next time i see him ill show i love him more. Or next time i see her Ill hug her tighter. DO IT NOW! because you never know there just might not be a next time.

It Doesn't Get Easier...
Caring and loving people never gets easier, no matter how old you are. The feeling of being willing to jump in front of a bullet for someone. The horrible way your stomach twists and make you want to puke. It doesn't even matter how long they have been in your life. If you love someone, you love someone. It doesn't matter if you have loved them five minutes or fifty years. It is insane and intense and it turns me into a sappy, tear-filled little bitch. What the fuck?! Why is it possible for people to have this kind of power on your emotions? I was doing really good at being dark and brutal and full of hate. Then you meet new people and they turn your idea of shit around. BLAST YOU FUCKERS! I have a lot of shit I need to think about!

It Don't Matter To The Sun
It don't matter to the sun If you go or if you stay I know the sun is gonna rise Shine down on another day There will still be a tomorrow Even if you choose to leave 'Cause it don't matter to the sun (oh baby) It matters to me It ain't gonna stop the world If you walk out that door This old world will just keep on turning 'round (Turning 'round) Like it did the day before 'Cause see to them it makes no difference (ohh) It just keeps on keepin' time 'Cause it ain't gonna stop the world (Oh baby) But it'll be the end of mine What can I say What can I do I'm still in love So why aren't you... Mmm mmm mmm, oh yeah, oh yeah What can I say What can I do I'm still in love So why aren't you It don't matter the moon If your not in my life No the moon will just keep hangin' 'round (hangin' 'round) Like it's just another night Find another place to shine on down On some other lovers dreams 'Cause it don't matter the moon (oh baby) But is sure do matter to m

...it Does Count!
So many people, myself included, have suffered the heartbreak of miscarriage. So many people think that if you dont have the baby, you're not a real mother, because a miscarriage doesnt count. Bull. We are mothers just as much as those of you lucky enough to hold your little ones in your arms and watch them grow. While we never got to do that, we are still mothers. We loved our babies and did everything we could to protect them while they were growing inside us. So - to all you mothers out there who were robbed of the chance - this is for you. YOU DO COUNT! And hopefully, someday, you will get to raise a beautiful child, and be the mother you know you were always ment to be. What Makes a Mother? I thought of you and closed my eyes And prayed to God today I asked "What makes a Mother?" And I know I heard Him say. "A Mother has a baby" This we know is true "But God can you be a Mother, When your baby's not with you?" "Yes, you can," He replied With c

It Doesn't Matter Where You Go.....
If only we could teach our children, The finer principles of life: Love one another. Have faith we are not alone. Love, Faith, Hope, Patience, Compassion, and Tolerance. I pray for all of these things..

It Don't Exist?
"The Man Who Didn't Believe in Love" "There was once a man who didn't believe in love. This was an ordinary man just like you and me, but what made this man special was his way of thinking: He thought love doesn't exist. Of course, he had a lot of experience trying to find love, and he observed the people around him. Much of his life had been spent searching for love, only to find that love didn't exist. Wherever this man went, he would tell people of his thoughts and opinions on love. This man was highly intelligent, and he was very convincing. What he said was the love is just like a drug; it makes you very high, but it creates a strong need. You can become highly addicted to love, but what happens when you don't receive your daily doses of love? Just like a drug, you need your everyday doses. He used to say that most relationships between lovers are just like a relationship between a drug addict and the one who provides the drugs. The one who has the biggest need is li

It Dosent Get Any Fucking Dumber Then This
The National Organization for Women (NOW) and other women advocacy groups have filed suit against the Bush Administration seeking to abolish Fathers Day. During a press conference held after the filing of the lawsuit, Kim Gandy of NOW said, "the day clearly indicates that it is meant to recognize only fathers." The American Civil Liberties Union, filing on behalf of the organizations said the day runs afoul of equal protection and Title IX provisions and should be abolished because it is discriminatory against women. "It is time to move beyond the pattern male discrimination against women so prevalent in the home and the workplace," according to a press release. It wasn't solely the discriminatory aspects of Fathers Day that had the groups aroused, but the fact that Fathers are chiefly responsible for domestic violence, childhood sexual abuse, and are often negligent of their children. Many fail to make their child support payments in a timely fashion, if they make them at all. T

It Doesn't Take Much
It Doesn't Take Much By Anthony Hunt My hand longs to touch a warm cheek that ain't there I dearly miss the scent of vanilla in your hair My ears want to hear the sweetest voice in the world My eyes tear up knowin' they'll never again see that girl Cause it doesn't take much Just a wink or a stare To remind me again Of how much I care No I'll never have enough As I bitterly laugh The only way to see you Is in a photograph But what I can't figure out Is what does it mean? When I wanna be with you But I know it ain't meant to be? It may be a little strained Every time that I call But I'd rather know you as a stranger Than not know you at all Cause it doesn't take much Just a wink or a stare To remind me again Of how much I care No I'll never have enough As I bitterly laugh The only way to see you Is in a photograph Why can't you just take my hand So we can be friends? And why can't I understand That this is the end? The answer's harder to f

It Doesn't Interest Me...
"It doesn't interest me what you do for living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventures of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, if you can dance with the wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; If you can bear the accusation of

It Doesn't Matter Anyway.
I hide to cry because I have no where to call my own and "happily ever after" is a land too far away, just after once- upon- a- time; just this side of the rainbow and no one really cares anyway I hide to cry because I know I will never leave this place and dreams don't really come true its just all make- believe and it really doesn't matter I hide to cry because my weakness brings my tears and I have no one to hold me close no one here who loves me and no one really cares anyway I hide to cry because I embarrass the moon and she is my only friend but she's too far away to hold my hand and it really doesn't matter anyway I hide to cry because no one really cares anyway and is this pain even real it really doesn't matter and no one really cares anyway I hide to cry because no one validates my pain and no one really cares so why should I and it really doesn't matter anyway

It Doesn't Get Easier...
The mantra is “It'll be better once I get a few acceptances” or “I'll know I'm really meant for this writing thing once I get a few yeses instead of all nos.” It's hard not to think that way, if only momentarily in an early writing career. But it does not get easier when the yeses come. Honest. Sometimes it gets more structured and hectic with deadlines and an eagerness to get your name out there as much as possible, and therefore take everything that comes your way. Sometimes the pressure just builds as you try to top yourself each time you set pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. And sometimes the unexpected happens, and it's not anyone's fault. It doesn't matter much even if someone specific is at fault rather than it just being a twist of fate. Cthulhu Sex Magazine is closing it's doors. In a panic I looked all over the web site and happened to see my story listed in the table of contents (along with Brian Rosenberger, who was in Read By Dawn as well, the highly intimidat

It Does Happen To The Best
Bill Andrews was a big, awkward, homely guy. He dressed oddly with ill fitting clothes. There were several fellows who thought it smart to make fun of him. One day, one fellow noticed a small tear in his shirt and gave it a small rip. Another worker in the factory added his bit, and before long there was quite a ribbon dangling. Bill went on about his work and as he passed too near a moving belt the shirt strip was sucked into the machinery. In a split second the sleeve and Bill were in trouble. Alarms were sounded, switches pulled, and trouble was avoided. The foreman, however, aware of what had happened, summoned the men and related this story: In my younger days I worked in a small factory. That's where I first met Mike Havoc. He was big and witty, was always making jokes, playing little pranks. Mike was a leader. Then there was Pete Lumas. He always went along with Mike. He was a follower. And then there was a man named . . . Jake. He was a little older than the

It Doesn't Have A Name But Whatever
Nothing left to grab, Your hand extending into darkness. Reaching for what can never be, You hope that for some reason its waiting for you. Patiently it sits until you can finally grasp it, Hoping that its soon attained. For when it is it shall never be let go, Not even in the eye of Death will it be released. It shall be cherished and never forgotten, Always in sight.. always in mind. For love is one that should never be squandered, No matter how infinitesimal no matter how insignificant, Love is truly the light at the end of every tunnel.

It Does Pay To Read, In This Case Anyway..
Good Morning. How is everyone today? I am good myself. Had the day off yesterday and made some spectacular hot sauce. We have so many stinking hot peppers I just had to do something with them. Last week I made a truly great Blueberry Habanera Sauce that is great over fish or chicken. Yesterday I discovered a Mango sauce that was out of this world. Very little cooking too. Just a lot of mixing is all. All in all the day off was good. Bonnie gave me one command…LOL command… It was to vacuum all the spiders that had been taken up living quarters in our garage. Oh, and I was to take their Vacuumed asses far far away from the house when I was to empty the cylinder. Well I did and they are gone…however…she did find one crawling up the wall when she returned home from work…damned if you do and damned if you don’t. Oh well the sauce was outstanding. He is another installment of Least Competent Criminals: In May, Damion Mosher, 18, of Lake Luzerne, N.Y., became the most recent person to inju

It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This!
So, Persia just found out that our favorite band Every time I Die is going to the Living Room! This is going to be the Autumn of neverending ETID!!! I so Can't wait. ETID twice in one week, with Chiodos 2 weeks before and Silverstein one week after. I am so excited!!!!

It Don't Matter
It Don't Matter lyrics Sittin in traffic another day of feeling nothing Trying to find something I guess it's back to huffin' Paint and model glue oh how I die when I look At you smilin' lovin' life and all I know is blue Rainy days and cold stares broken love affairs Everything's beautiful as long as I ain't there I guess I wasn't meant to crack a smile who cares I think I'll go to sleep for a while now I'm barely livin' in my skin depression's my only friend And I don't know where I am heading tryin' to forget where I've been And I'm so sick of lying God please shwo me that silver lining Cuz I've heard tale and I'm not well my heads full of hell and This world's a jail but And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And as the apin begins

It Does Fit
It does fit.... :-/Baby, can't you see I'm callingA guy like you should wear a warningIt's dangerousI'm fallingThere's no escapeI can't waitI need a hitBaby, give me itYou're dangerousI'm loving itToo highCan't come downLosin' my headSpinnin' 'round and 'roundDo you feel me now?With the taste of your lips I'm on a rideYou're toxic I'm slippin' underWith the taste of the poison paradiseI'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic?It's gettin' late To give you upI took a sip From my devil's cupSlowly, it's taking over meToo high Can't come downIt's in the air and it's all aroundCan you feel it now?With the taste of your lips I'm on a rideYou're toxic I'm slippin' underWith the taste of the poison paradiseI'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic?Don't you know that you're toxic?Taste of your lips I'm on a rideYou're toxic I'm slippin' underWith the ta

It Does Not End
Ken Schram: Scrambling for answers Officials at Sea-Tac Airport are scrambling to find out why it happened. Congressman Norm Dicks is working to see that it never happens again. My commentary on how TSA screeners handled two Fort Lewis soldiers escorting the body of a combat colleague home for burial has outraged a lot of people. Brief recap: Escorted to the tarmac where an honor guard waited, the soldiers stood at attention as the casket was placed on the plane. A uniformed police officer then accompanied them to the screening area where their combat medals and ribbons helped set off the metal detectors. They showed their military ID. The police officer showed his ID. Told to put down the American flag they were carrying, a TSA screener then had the soldiers strip to their tee shirts, pants and socks in full view of everyone in line. More than anything else, it was that public spectacle and the soldier's humiliation that I find most disturbing, most disres

It Doesn't Matter.....
It doesn't matter what you think..... It doesn't matter what you feel..... It doesn't matter if you are hurting. It doesn't matter if you are scared.... It doesn't matter if you are alone.... It doesn't matter that you care to much. It doesn't matter when you are sad.... It doesn't matter when you are mad.... It doesn't matter that you care already. It doesn't matter that you cried all night.... It doesn't matter that you just want to be happy.... It doesn't matter that you just want someone there. It doesn't matter when you are filled with joy.... It doesn't matter when you just want o share all you have.... It doesn't matter that you have so much to give. It only matters that you wear a smile.... It only matters that you care and trust.... It only matters when all you want is to be happy.... It only matters when you keep moving on.

It Don't Matter Too The Sun
IT DON'T MATTER TOO THE SUN WHAT YOU'VE GAINED OR LOST THIS DAY.ABOUT LOVES LOST OR NEW ONES FOUND.HOW MUCH MONEY YOU'VE GOT OR DON'T GOT COULDN'T MEAN ANY LESS TOO THE SUN.ALL THE MATERIAL THINGS IN THIS WORLD ARE JUST A DROP OF WATER IN AN ENDLESS SEA TOO THE SUN.YOU COULD BE TOTALLY CONTENT WITH IT OR YOU COULD COMPLETELY DESPISE THE SUN FOR RISING EVERY MORNING.AND THE ONLY WAY TOO REALLY STOP THAT SUN FROM RISING IN YOUR WORLD EVERY DAY IS PRETTY MUCH SUICIDE,BUT IF YOU DO THAT YOU MISS OUT ON THE GREATEST GIFT THAT THE SUN HAS EVER GIVIN' THIS WORLD...LIFE!

It Dose Snow Everywhere
This happened last winter and for some reason I can't quit thinking about it. I guess cause it's so funny!!! I got their gloves and hats from the drawer Scarves and coats from the closet I woke my kids up and told them While they were sleeping, it snowed last night. After 30 minutes of wrapping them up warm Putting on their boots to play on the front yard They played for about an hour Then back in the house and that's where we stayed. In the kitchen we were drinking hot chocolate warming up their hands and drying their feet My daughter Megan looked out the back door and said 'WOW! LOOK! - It snowed in the back yard too!'

It Doesn't Matter
It Doesn't Matter I know it doesn't matter that I'm crying deep inside I know it doesn't matter cause on the outside it must hide I know it doesn't matter that I wish that I were dead I know it doesn't matter cause it's all inside my head I know it doesn't matter that my heart is breaking still I know it doesn't matter cause I was not your thrill I know it doesn't matter that I love you more than life I know it doesn't matter cause it was I who left the strife I know it doesn't matter that I want so bad to call I know it doesn't matter cause I'm not your baby doll I know it doesn't matter that I'll never love again I know it doesn't matter cause it was I that chose the end I know it doesn't matter that we're apart this way I know it doesn't matter cause not once did you say stay ©Dark

It Doesn't Matter
Got this from a Friend... "It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing... It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventures of being alive... It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it..... I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human... It's doesn't interest me if the story you are telling is true. I want to know i

It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This!
Just got any early morning phone call from Persia (its early for her, anyway). She just gave me the best news!!!! Our Fave Band Every Time I Die is going to be at The Bamboozle festival!!! We were already planning on going, but had no clue ETID was going to be there. This is going to be so awesome!

It Don’t Mean Nuthin’(after All These Year It Still Goes)
It Don’t Mean Nuthin’ by Gary Jacobson © 2003 “It Don’t Mean Nuthin’” A phrase oft repeated in Vietnam, worn paper thin By soldiers used an awful lot When it’s gettin’ bricky hot... Under pressure with lives on the line Melancholy existence on a definite decline. “It Don’t Mean Nuthin’, they say” Turning stone-faced from fears to walk away As though something's stolen part of their soul Left no way sorrow's grief to console Led too far astray in hell's battles darkning gray Forever boyhood humanity to betray... Staggering memories stored way down deep on the pile Hidden from the light of day...for awhile! "But It Don’t Mean Nuthin’" It Don’t Mean Nuthin’ He says, when things happen that mean plenty To tough combat grunt gentry As things in war too often do... Boiling over in Nam's killing zone damps and dew Not able to face it Not now... Too painful to think about it Not now... So forget about it... Bag it Take this shit and shove it Nuthin’ I do

It Does Suck Bad
I BEEN ON HERE ABOUT 2 YRS KNOW..I WAS HAVING FUN TELL MY SO CALLED DAD JION ON HERE...AND EVERYTHING WANT BAD...HE THINK HE BETTER THEN ME CAUSE HE A DJ AT LOUNGE CALLED MYSTCAL'S LOUNGE..THAT THE LOUNGE I GOT BANNED FOR NO REASON...I THINK I KNOW WHO BANNED MR FROM THERE BUT THEY WILL NOT COME FORWAED AT ALL AND SAY THEY DONE IT...SO HERE THE THING IF I KEEP GETTING BANNED FROM LOUNGE OR THEY START WITH ME I'M DELETING MY ACCOUNT AND I'M NOT COMING BACK ON..WHAT STAY IN TOCH WITH ME JUST LET ME KNOW...

It Dont Get No Better Then This Mizz Shadys Sexy Hotties
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It Doesn't Matter...
It doesn't matter what they do, No matter what they say. I'm gonna be with you as long as I can. For my heart is here to stay. It doesn't matter what they try, I'm never letting go. You're the only one my heart beats for, As shivers go down from head to toe. It doesn't matter how they feel It's nothing that I control. They can do all they want. But it's my heart that is yours to hold. When they try to pull me away. They know that I'll pull back. I love you and nothing will change. It's my heart that I keep in track. I don't care what they say, I'm never letting you go. I've waited so long for this. It's just that they don't know. It doesn't matter how far. We're still growing strong. We will make them see And prove to everyone that they are wrong. I've never loved this much. But then I found you. So I'm not giving up. If only they really knew.. They better hear me loud and clear I'm just never giving up. Nothing they do will work, Because ou

It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This Lol
well ,all of us mummers (well a lot of us ) saw the mumm about why all of us hate dj's (i don't hate all of them, just the ones who post mumms trying to start drama ),well my comments to DJLuscious sparked this shoutbox convo between us which i find absolutely hilarious since she thinks she's so tough and all ♥Dj Lucious♥ @ PURGATORY DANCE P... Buzz Meter: 100% - sh*t faced! Level: Disciple (26) Gender: Female, 34 Location: Fond Du Lac, WI Status: Online (MY AUTOS ARE ON till 12 PM FUTIME) ♥Dj Luciou...: and yet you still think you know me huh FUCK OFF FAG ->♥Dj Luciou...: darlin ,you are just words on a screen lol ♥Dj Luciou...: FAG U ARE BLOCKED ♥Dj Luciou...: I dont care and fuck you ->♥Dj Luciou...: i bet you can't even get your damn leg that high lmfao ->♥Dj Luciou...: bring it big girl ,,!,, i see the pussy deleted his mumm ♥Dj Luciou...: FUCK YOU ILL STOMP YOUR FACE IN WITH MY STEEL TOED BOOT BITCH she

It Does Hurt
Every time she pisses me off, or upset me,I walk away swearing that I won’t be backBut, the next day, I come back, holding roses and flowersOhh gosh, this love does hurtEvery time I say with tears in my eyes:This is the last time, that’s itI will walk away forever.But, I always come back dragging my tailAshamed of myself, shy of my behavior Ohh damn it, this love does hurtIt’s been months like thisMe and this poor heart of mineSuffering, getting punished And most of all, ignoredI got stuck with a pretty girlWhat else I can sayI got stuck and I can’t walk a wayOh god, this love does really really hurt---------------------------------W.B : FM

It Doesn't Have To Be This Way.
Stop being in love with pain. Love is pain, but pain is not love. Stop changing your mind. You wanna fix things, next day you wanna break up, next day you wanna fix things, next day you wanna break up. It really is alot to deal with. I'm willing to smash my pride to pieces and forget all of the hurtful things we've said, all of the fucked up things we've done and be done with it, clean slate. But your pride forces you to hold on to these things. You can't push someone away and then be mad that they are trying to connect to other people, and then when they do connect with someone, change your mind and try to make amends. That's mental chess with the objective to control. Which only pushes that person away farther. It really doesn't have to be like this. But you can't feel what you want to feel from me, so pain will just have to do. You can't control me, but you can do things to hurt me, which will have an effect on me, cause effect is as close as you can get to control. If you can't fee