YES! Games are back! Checking them out now, I'll let you know my opinion soon.
1 thing to know about me - I like to vote the least likely answer for stupid mumms just for the heck of it. eg - Do you A. want $1,000,000 or B. a pocket full of pennies. I'll vote for B.
Beauty is but a light-switch away.
Why am I here? Ever stopped to ask that very question? I don't believe in true friendship on-line - especially a site like this. Get out and do something with someone. This is just for fun - I don't want to be your stalker or your bff or your fwb. But I do wanna enjoy the view, enjoy the drinks, and enjoy life. Are ya with me? Good, you can be my friend.
Okay - clarification is in order (or so I've been told) - about the on-line friendship and my lack of faith in it, I still hold true. A friend is someone who I'll drive my truck to their place to help move to another place. Someone who I'll give a bunch of money to if they ask and need it. Someone who I'll have over for a beer and barbecue. If I only know you from being on-line, I luv ya, but got ya as a friend for kicks. If this upsets you, kick it. If ya agree with me, kick it up a notch.
You was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen when you rolled your eyes and twirled my pink fur dice.
BAN VESTS! That's my rant for today. This has got to be the worst fashion statement that been around for too many years already. The worst offenders are the North Face or Columbia vests that are all poofy. Women, they look horrible on you - if you're cold, go back to the cute sweaters or even an oversized hoodie. Men, come on - think for yourself and quit following the granola trend-setters. Vests are like fingerless gloves - sure it might keep the body warm, but the appendages are freezing.
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(last updated:January 28, 2008 @ 8:53 pm)
We crossed the line, who pushed who over? It doesn't matter to you, it matters to me. We're cut adrift, but still floating. I'm only hanging on to watch you go down, my love.
I disappeared in you You disappeared from me. I gave you everything you ever wanted It wasn't what you wanted. The men who love you, you hate the most They pass right through you like a ghost. They look for you, but your spirit is in the air. Baby, you're nowhere.