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I've fallen in love all over again with the tempting lure that is cookie dough. I used to eat it everyday when I got home from school, but stopped because of the rock hard bowels it afforded me...but now I say, screw bowels! (that makes me gay. daggumit.) Cookie dough is too nice to not be eaten regularly, and I have started off where I left off and am making up for lost time. Nestle dough is my favorite for eating, but by far, Pilsbury is better for baking. yum.
My bestest buddy Philander told me he didnt like me. Aside from being the........jolliest? person I know, he seemed....ok, I didnt know him that well, but we used to joke around in art. He's been obviously avoiding me lately, running away and stuff. I asked him why, and he was like," I dont like to talk to you, because you're crazy." It both made and ruined my day. Poor philander. It didnt hurt my feelings or anything, I was just appauled at his honesty. What a nice, blunt man he will become.
The house is finnaly back to normal temp, it had gotten down to like 48 with the power being out. If God had intended for ice to be on earth, he wouldnt have made water. I say, go back to space you stupid ice. Ice belongs in space anyway...except for snow. Snow is shredded up angels.
Basketballs are made by mixing cows with water and soap. Then they're frothed up and the bubbles are gathered up and left out to dry. The lines are from the cow's soul trying to escape.
Poor old Grandad,
I laughed at all his words,
I thought he was a bitter man,
who spoke of women's ways.
They'll trap you,
and they'll use you,
before you even know,
that youre love is blind
and you're far too kind,
don't ever let it show.
Good song. Wish I could write like that. Maybe I can be visited by the Angel of Literature!
"Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face so the world can never find you!"
Andrew Lloyd Webber, you suck. How blatent can you be? The masquerade was my favorite scene in that movie, but I don't think you could possibly have been more obvious at using that dance sequence to tie the audience to the Phantom. If you're going to use little psychoanalytic techniques like that in your plays, at least be good at it. Any idiot couldve written those lyrics after a 2 hour screenwriting 101. I must compliment the music though...hey, I'm a suker for the organ.
My bestest buddy Philander told me he didnt like me. Aside from being the........jolliest? person I know, he seemed....ok, I didnt know him that well, but we used to joke around in art. He's been obviously avoiding me lately, running away and stuff. I asked him why, and he was like," I dont like to talk to you, because you're crazy." It both made and ruined my day. Poor philander. It didnt hurt my feelings or anything, I was just appauled at his honesty. What a nice, blunt man he will become.
The house is finnaly back to normal temp, it had gotten down to like 48 with the power being out. If God had intended for ice to be on earth, he wouldnt have made water. I say, go back to space you stupid ice. Ice belongs in space anyway...except for snow. Snow is shredded up angels.
Basketballs are made by mixing cows with water and soap. Then they're frothed up and the bubbles are gathered up and left out to dry. The lines are from the cow's soul trying to escape.
Poor old Grandad,
I laughed at all his words,
I thought he was a bitter man,
who spoke of women's ways.
They'll trap you,
and they'll use you,
before you even know,
that youre love is blind
and you're far too kind,
don't ever let it show.
Good song. Wish I could write like that. Maybe I can be visited by the Angel of Literature!
"Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face so the world can never find you!"
Andrew Lloyd Webber, you suck. How blatent can you be? The masquerade was my favorite scene in that movie, but I don't think you could possibly have been more obvious at using that dance sequence to tie the audience to the Phantom. If you're going to use little psychoanalytic techniques like that in your plays, at least be good at it. Any idiot couldve written those lyrics after a 2 hour screenwriting 101. I must compliment the music though...hey, I'm a suker for the organ.