“ The average person tells 4 lies a day, or 1460 a year a total of 88,000 by the age of 60. And the most common lie is: I’M FINE.
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GPOYW - Gratuitous Picture of Yourself Wednesday
(Note: It didn't occur to me until recently that I ought to have these posts tagged, and even though I've finished the tagging process, most still don't show up when you click the link above. I'm not sure why that is, and I apologize.)
Click here to send me your love letters and hate mail.
I'd love to hear from you.
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I want my Facebook back.
Getting deleted for my birthday makes me sad.
Waitwaitwait a minute.
Why are some of you sharks and kitties? I want to be a cute little animal tooooo. :(
Share with me your secrets?
Click on my ears :3
Oh, thank you. But..but..but..I dunno which one to choose. :(
What is love?
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- St Augustine
Waitwaitwait a minute.
Why are some of you sharks and kitties? I want to be a cute little animal tooooo. :(
Share with me your secrets?
Tomorrow, I'll be 14.
Happy birthday to me. I am such a youngin’.
Good morning to you, good morning to you.
Good morning, good morning, good morning to you.
I haven’t slept yet. I’m going to Alaura’s soccer game at nine, and then wandering around the neighborhood because of North Warren Days. Garage sales FTW!
