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want to make I statements.
I think that homeopathy is one of the biggest loads of bullshit I've ever encountered.
I think I kind of don't like people who use homeopathic medicines whether or not they actually know what they do.
I was in high school and my mom bought this face cream and pill combo that was supposed to help with acne. the face cream had the same active ingredient in it as most of the other topical creams. and the pills were homeopathic. AND MY SISTER STILL USES THIS STUFF.
I remember that the pills tasted kind of like a chemical neutral. Like everything else that goes into my body.
I don't call or visit people anymore.
I don't seem to mind that at all.
I only go online anymore are my three e-mail accounts and wikipedia.
I leave the house only when I'm on my way to work or school.
I ride the bus home for free every single time I get off work and I didn't ride my bike.
I've only been asked to get off the bus once for pretending like I was just going to ride in fareless square.
I was really drunk and wearing a pink button-up shirt that had extra long sleeves and the top three buttons undone.
I was also with Andie, who looked about as outrageous.
I was laughing and so was she.
I didn't hear the bus driver yelling at us as the bus was stopped at the edge of fareless square on 1st and madison.
I just kept talking and talking and talking in the kind of stupor you only get into when you are kind of dressed up and playing a kind of cosmopolitan make believe.
I was in the kind of stupor you only get into when you don't have to care because you know that at least as long as we have these costumes on the world is one of those rickety rides outside of k-mart in tualatin and you're still small enough to fit both legs in.
I was in the kind of stupor you only get into when you've been drinking cocktails the whole evening and cheap ass table wine is probably the furthest thing from your mind.
I was in the kind of stupor you only get into when you're 19 and hangover is a word you use to describe how tired and washed out everyone you know anymore looks when they've spent the evening before preforming the only ritual we have in this funky ass rain drenched city, or at least it seems like most of the time, now-a-days.
I don't even believe in god anymore, and I probably never was.
I was weeping uncontrollably the first time I got saved.
I got saved in memorial coliseum during a carmen concert, before or after carmen had a cowboy shootout with a bunch of actors in giant head costumes that were supposed to make you think of satan.
I was crying and crying and they were saying that all I needed to do was stop fighting and let Jesus into my heart.
I think I was 12.
I think sometime after that my mom bought those sugar pills.
I think after that I learned what homeopathic even meant.
I think it was after that that I tried my first drink.
I can't be sure though because it's all wrapped up pretty tight. Tighter and tighter as the mornings become more predictable.
I think that homeopathy is one of the biggest loads of bullshit I've ever encountered.
I think I kind of don't like people who use homeopathic medicines whether or not they actually know what they do.
I was in high school and my mom bought this face cream and pill combo that was supposed to help with acne. the face cream had the same active ingredient in it as most of the other topical creams. and the pills were homeopathic. AND MY SISTER STILL USES THIS STUFF.
I remember that the pills tasted kind of like a chemical neutral. Like everything else that goes into my body.
I don't call or visit people anymore.
I don't seem to mind that at all.
I only go online anymore are my three e-mail accounts and wikipedia.
I leave the house only when I'm on my way to work or school.
I ride the bus home for free every single time I get off work and I didn't ride my bike.
I've only been asked to get off the bus once for pretending like I was just going to ride in fareless square.
I was really drunk and wearing a pink button-up shirt that had extra long sleeves and the top three buttons undone.
I was also with Andie, who looked about as outrageous.
I was laughing and so was she.
I didn't hear the bus driver yelling at us as the bus was stopped at the edge of fareless square on 1st and madison.
I just kept talking and talking and talking in the kind of stupor you only get into when you are kind of dressed up and playing a kind of cosmopolitan make believe.
I was in the kind of stupor you only get into when you don't have to care because you know that at least as long as we have these costumes on the world is one of those rickety rides outside of k-mart in tualatin and you're still small enough to fit both legs in.
I was in the kind of stupor you only get into when you've been drinking cocktails the whole evening and cheap ass table wine is probably the furthest thing from your mind.
I was in the kind of stupor you only get into when you're 19 and hangover is a word you use to describe how tired and washed out everyone you know anymore looks when they've spent the evening before preforming the only ritual we have in this funky ass rain drenched city, or at least it seems like most of the time, now-a-days.
I don't even believe in god anymore, and I probably never was.
I was weeping uncontrollably the first time I got saved.
I got saved in memorial coliseum during a carmen concert, before or after carmen had a cowboy shootout with a bunch of actors in giant head costumes that were supposed to make you think of satan.
I was crying and crying and they were saying that all I needed to do was stop fighting and let Jesus into my heart.
I think I was 12.
I think sometime after that my mom bought those sugar pills.
I think after that I learned what homeopathic even meant.
I think it was after that that I tried my first drink.
I can't be sure though because it's all wrapped up pretty tight. Tighter and tighter as the mornings become more predictable.