That's awesome. I don't think I've ever seen your being afraid of anything. Somehow, I can picture your calm, collected, armrest iron death-grip while also feeling the undeniable sheer terror.
And this goes to yet another horrific airline story. I've never flown, but I'm keeping count. Airline horror stories I have heard: lots. Airline positive experiences I have heard: zero. Another horror story, and the count will be at a boatload--erh--planeload? Oh, wait, is a lot bigger than a plane? Mayhaps I should recount.
I got a coffee maker for Christmas. I was happy, for I have long ago resigned myself to my decadent nature. Lo, I am an addict.
Although, I find it curious why my parents thought I needed a coffee maker. I forgot to tell them that I chew on raw beans?
I'm falling from the ceilingpendulousJanuary 2 2007, 16:49:50 UTC
I think it's important that my audience knows that I experience fear (almost constantly, in fact).
Even now I'm trembling in terror because you posted this anonymously. I think you're zane, but I think everybody's zane (and, quite frankly, it scares me out of my winter clothes).
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anonymous
January 4 2007, 07:25:51 UTC
Sorry, I'm at work and resisting the temptation to log in. fear, paranoia, etc., etc. concerning logged intranet sessions, etc., so on, so forth.
Speaking of being an addict... Caffeine gives me internet talkativeness.
I thought the chewing of raw coffee beans would have made it obvious. Otherwise, I was going to include my name.
But I'm flattered. I think the world would be much intensely scarier if everyone were me. Yet hold onto your winter clothes! I used to say that I loved the winter, if only because it allowed me to wear better clothes.
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And this goes to yet another horrific airline story. I've never flown, but I'm keeping count. Airline horror stories I have heard: lots. Airline positive experiences I have heard: zero. Another horror story, and the count will be at a boatload--erh--planeload? Oh, wait, is a lot bigger than a plane? Mayhaps I should recount.
I got a coffee maker for Christmas. I was happy, for I have long ago resigned myself to my decadent nature. Lo, I am an addict.
Although, I find it curious why my parents thought I needed a coffee maker. I forgot to tell them that I chew on raw beans?
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Even now I'm trembling in terror because you posted this anonymously. I think you're zane, but I think everybody's zane (and, quite frankly, it scares me out of my winter clothes).
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Speaking of being an addict... Caffeine gives me internet talkativeness.
I thought the chewing of raw coffee beans would have made it obvious. Otherwise, I was going to include my name.
But I'm flattered. I think the world would be much intensely scarier if everyone were me. Yet hold onto your winter clothes! I used to say that I loved the winter, if only because it allowed me to wear better clothes.
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