May 2009
20 posts
Happy Fucking Memorial Day!
Well said~ toddalan: I’m off from work… and getting paid for it.  Seriously it is day’s like today where I actually think that there is a God.  Yeah, I know I’m supposed to be thinking about soliders past and what they’ve sacrificed so the world remains in our control, but, come on…the only thing on anyone’s mind today is seeing how many hamburgers they can eat and if Aunt Millie going to...
May 25th
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May 20th
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May 19th
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Early morning
Current mood:Simmering Category: Writing and Poetry I feel your hand first, it reaches out and lightly brushes my leg.  I feel you roll over and press against my back. Your breath against the back of my neck is warm and sends a shudder down my spine. I sense the first hint of anticipation.  Your hand settles on the rise of my hip, your grip tightens.  You pull me back to you.  Your hand slides...
May 17th
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May 17th
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN FART
This… is hysteical! toddalan: (disclaimer.  I’ve not had KFC in months.) Today, I felt a rumbling.  At first you shift in your seat, maybe it will go aw…nope.  It’s here to stay.  So you look around, notice peoples positions, if they’re paying attention to surroundings, and you start looking for a scape goat as all the best farters do.  With my mark within my sights, I test the air...
May 15th
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May 15th
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May 11th
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May 10th
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May 8th
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“Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do...”
– Norman Vincent Peale (via victoryblues)
May 6th
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May 6th
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Sated
Standing Waiting Yearning Anticipation builds…. and burns Every noise, or flash of light draws me But it not you… Not yet. Not ever. Ever is now. Your foot steps on the walk. Your hand on the knob… on me. God, please The door opens, our eyes meet. The blood hums in my veins. You stand there watching me. A knowing smile, sly on your lips. You move to stand behind me ...
May 6th
“Other people’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.”
– Les Brown (via kari-shma)
May 5th
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May 5th
Why text messages are limited to 160 characters -... →
rocketboom: Alone in a room in his home in Bonn, Germany, Friedhelm Hillebrand sat at his typewriter, tapping out random sentences and questions on a sheet of paper. As he went along, Hillebrand counted the number of letters, numbers, punctuation marks and spaces on the page. Each blurb ran on for a line or two and nearly always clocked in under 160 characters. That became Hillebrand’s magic...
May 5th
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May 5th
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“I hearby rename Swine Flu to ‘Piggusfuktus’. That is all.”
– me (via toddalan)
May 5th
April 2009
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Apr 8th