You bought TWO kites. Only one was good for flying. I told my parents about that Charlie Brown diamond kite. I figured these people were old enough to have flown kites like this one, before the triangular, "gull-wing" style kites were popularized. They just gave an exasperated sigh and said, commiseratorily and matter-of-factly, "Yeah, those things are impossible."
Next time you visit we're going to the IKEA, and then to Toys backwards-'R' Us. That will use up the whole visit and I won't need to plan anything else.
i <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/halnewcome/14433.html">reposted</a> this responsehalnewcomeMarch 8 2005, 21:53:25 UTC
This happens all the time when I am reading livejournals, but let me try to explain this phenomenon, which is really just a feeling, so to speak:
You post something that you are worried other people will find out about. I then imagine us sitting face-to-face, hunched over conspiratorily. The "secret" is whispered, loudly, to me. Slowly, I turn; first my eyes, then pivot my head. You notice my glance, and mirror my slow turn. I eventually stand up. Slackjawed, you just turn the rest of the way around in your chair to face the same direction I am, and suddenly we become aware of a stark-white spotlight that has us pinned to a stage in an incomprehensibly huge auditorium that seats hundreds of millions of shadowy figures. They are the entire population of the world with internet access.
lj markup is moodyhalnewcomeMarch 9 2005, 15:26:54 UTC
I can never figure out what they'll allow and won't. and you can't edit replies, and I didn't feel like editing and re-replying, because it was pretty clear that I couldn't use the markup I wanted anyway and leaving it all broken-looking is just my way of stamping my feet and crossing my arms. You got to RAGE against the dying of the light!
You really think you have issues? Like what? TELL US! ALL of us.
You bought TWO kites. Only one was good for flying. I told my parents about that Charlie Brown diamond kite. I figured these people were old enough to have flown kites like this one, before the triangular, "gull-wing" style kites were popularized. They just gave an exasperated sigh and said, commiseratorily and matter-of-factly, "Yeah, those things are impossible."
Next time you visit we're going to the IKEA, and then to Toys backwards-'R' Us. That will use up the whole visit and I won't need to plan anything else.
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hmmm or maybe you just know what i like ;-)
furniture and toys rooool
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You post something that you are worried other people will find out about. I then imagine us sitting face-to-face, hunched over conspiratorily. The "secret" is whispered, loudly, to me. Slowly, I turn; first my eyes, then pivot my head. You notice my glance, and mirror my slow turn. I eventually stand up. Slackjawed, you just turn the rest of the way around in your chair to face the same direction I am, and suddenly we become aware of a stark-white spotlight that has us pinned to a stage in an incomprehensibly huge auditorium that seats hundreds of millions of shadowy figures. They are the entire population of the world with internet access.
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oh and i really liked the subject to this post... very creative haha
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You really think you have issues? Like what? TELL US! ALL of us.
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www.lisasissues.com
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