1. If you're on my friends list, I want to know 35 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine.
2. Comment here with your answers and repost the questionnaire on your own journal.
01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) What was your dream growing up?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05) Favorite vegetable?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) What zodiac sign are you?
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26) What's your favorite place to hang out at?
27) Do you believe in ghosts?
28) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
29) Do you swear a lot?
30) Biggest pet peeve?
31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33) Favorite and least favorite food?
34) Do you believe in God?
35) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
- Location:At work...brains dripping out ears...
- Mood:
bored
If Caesar were alive, you'd be chained to an oar.
Si Hoc Legere Scis Nimium Eruditionis Habes
If you can read this you're over-educated
Vidi Vici Veni
I saw, I conquered, I came
Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam.
I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.
Your nose wrinkles up
And your eyes look like
They're almost shut
Every time you smile
It's a tragedy really
Since you have the most
Beautiful golden eyes
I've ever seen, especially
When they get that
Twinkle, that sparkle
And you smile, knowing
That you've made me do
Something I would never do
In front of you for
I tend to live mostly
Inside my own head
But you claim your victory,
Leaving me on my knees
Begging for more, honey,
More of you in my life
But they don't understand,
This world thinks you're
Just a silly girl
For they don't know you
Like I do, and
They don't see you
The way I do
So climb on up, my love
And live inside me
Wear the crown that
Most queens would envy
As you sit on the throne
Of this lovesick heart
And wait it out till
We're ready to show them all
What it is we're worth
For, honey, we're worth it all
the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
poem.
this is a beggar's knife.
this is a tulip.
this is a soldier marching
through Madrid.
this is you on your
death bed.
this is Li Po laughing
underground.
this is not a god-damned
poem.
this is a horse asleep.
a butterfly in
your brain.
this is the devil's
circus.
you are not reading this
on a page.
the page is reading
you.
feel it?
it's like a cobra. it's a hungry eagle circling the room.
this is not a poem. poems are dull,
they make you sleep.
these words force you
to a new
madness.
you have been blessed, you have been pushed into a
blinding area of
light.
the elephant dreams
with you
now.
the curve of space
bends and
laughs.
you can die now.
you can die now as
people were meant to
die:
great,
victorious,
hearing the music,
being the music,
roaring,
roaring,
roaring.
Charles Bukowski
Find my soul and I'm yours forever.
~ by Anonymous ~
So dear I love him that with him,
All deaths I could endure.
Without him, live no life.
~ by William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet ~
To love a person is to learn the song
That is in their heart,
And to sing it to them
When they have forgotten.
~ by Anonymous ~
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~
Back in the City with my honey. Left Morro Bay @ 6 got into San Francisco at 10 pm. Very happy to see my boyfriend. Went to bed at 12:30 am, couldn't really sleep, got woken up by a very amorous Steve at 3 am. I think he really missed me. Wink, wink. got up this morning at ten, showered, going to try and help Steve actually start boxin stuff. Then going to try and get him to take me to hooters for dinner. Later.
- Mood:
awake
Steve, Nona, and I just took Jimmy & Pete for a postmortem last drink at the Utah in San Francisco. No weird looks until we left and the bartender noticed the two untouched Budweiser's.
- Mood:
contemplative
“By the way, I haven’t heard an ‘I’m sorry’ from you yet.” - Sookie
“I am sorry that the maenad picked on you.” - Eric
“Not enough” - Sookie
“Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty,
I am prostrate that the wicked maenad violated
your smooth and voluptuous body,
in an attempt to deliver a message to me.” - Eric
“That’s more like it” - Sookie
~ Living Dead in Dallas
“Besides, I’m hoping that the more you see me,
the more I’ll grow on you.” - Eric
“Like a fungus?” - Sookie
~ Living Dead in Dallas
“Look at me, lover.” The way he said lover was like a caress,
like he was calling me by a name no other man had ever
used before or ever would after. - Sookie
~ Dead to the world
But I realized I’d thought of Eric because it was the kind of day you
wanted to share with the person you cared about, the person whose
company you enjoyed the most. And that would be Eric as he’d
been while he was cursed by the witch. - Sookie
~ Definitely Dead
“I can’t believe I – “ - Eric
“Yeah, yeah, I know, loved a mere human,
made all those promises, was as sweet as pie
and wanted to stay with me forever,” - Sookie
“I can’t believe I felt something so strongly
and was so happy for the first time
in hundreds of years, give me some credit for that, too.” - Eric
~ From Dead to worse
- Mood:
sleepy
- Mood:
anxious
- Mood:
hungry
- Mood: anxious
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- Mood: contemplative
- Mood:
bouncy
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