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My Life is Craziness.
Truly truly, my life is pure insanity. Not even the good kind that makes your brain explode all over the walls. I've been walking around for weeks in a stressed, numbed out haze. It was walking around at all moments feeling apprehensive and jittery. Today, at least for a few minutes, that lifted and I was self confident that I could do all my ( Read more... ) -
Is that a set-up for a bad punchline?
Following is a writing prompt for my African-American Lit class ( Read more... ) -
You're better than that and besides you have no excuses.
Why do people use the "I'm too old" excuse. I'm calling BULLS on that. Keeping your body in good order requires you to treat it correctly. Eat what you know you're supposed to be eating. Move your body around, get rid of your stiffness. Even if you can't excercise, MOVE. Breath. That's it. That's all there is to keeping a body. And yes I know the ( Read more... ) -
Stolen from Kahn the Destroyer
Some great wizard's magical messenger, brass-skinned.
A raving prophet, advocating self-mortification and deprivation of the appetites.
A siren-ghoul, who entices the amorous into deadly peril.
A company of desert horsemen, hiding a woman amongst them.
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From this month's National Geo...
"Finally, on August 6, the two men reached an island - the first land on which they had stood for two years - and their fortunes turned. Hunting polar bear and walrus, they soon had fresh meat aplenty and regained their strength. Threading south through the icy archipelago, they realized by August 26 that they would have to spend another dismal ( Read more... ) -
Pops.
Context - The cats were chasing each other around today because they have been locked in the house for three days. And dad says to the cats to stop fucking around and picking fights with each other. And I said that they were just playing because they are bored. And he came out with this classic: "Well they can play all they want until someone comes ( Read more... ) -
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This winter sucks. It's not even technically winter yet and I am very unhappy. The sun comes up late, it seems and then it hangs around for what seems like only a few hours and then bam it's gone again. It is cold, desolate, and unhappy. I miss my sun, more so than in years past. I wonder what is different this year that I should take notice. -
There is a term for people like me, and it's sapiosexual, at least in the urban dictionary.
I'll be honest, I want to have sex with your mind. You make me think in ways I've never thought before. You make me re-examine my convictions and beliefs under the careful magnifying glass of logic. Each new ad campaign or commercial I see I view only through the veil of Aristotle's Rhetoric. When I see you striding across campus I can't help but ( Read more... ) -
.ppt or .cunt??
I hate powerpoint. I don't hate powerpoint because I don't know how to use it. I hate it because I have to use it. If it meant that computers didn't exist, that I was deprived of my beloved internet, and that I had to use a typewriter I would, if it meant I never had to make another frakking powerpoint. I have to make two in a week. This is really ( Read more... )
