Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
(more...)"Moral of the story: Do not look at the gap. The gap is the mind-killer. Remember how Wile E. Coyote never fell down until he saw the chasm? It’s just like that." --Taylor "Tei" Lindstrom, Rogue Ink
"I think we have come to find out that the Education system, run by Liberal Hippies that really couldn't find any other job that allowed them so much time off, the ability to do drugs, and to spout their rhetoric is alive and well. It is teaching out kids things like 'Abortion is Good,' 'Government is Bad.' We have educators that, for the most part, don't teach to the subject, they teach to their beliefs. It is really sad, and even sadder when you see highly intelligent children buying into it." --Kelli
Jacob: "I need to operate on my frog, but first he needs some amnesia."
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Girls Night Out was fun. And, unlike the bachelor party, this one did not end with anyone going home and explaining a black eye to their significant other. We spent the evening at one place that had a club, a bar, a restaurant, cosmic bowling, and an arcade all under one roof. After a bit of cosmic bowling and girlish shenanigans, we moved downstairs to the arcade, where I quickly parked myself in front of my favorite game, Derby Owner’s Club. For those familiar with it, I don’t need to explain the appeal. For those not familiar with it, you really have to play it to understand. (Let’s just say, I got four other Dragon’s Gate players hooked on at last year’s D*Con.) After seven hours of eating, drinking, and playing, we called it a night.
Next week is the bridesmaid brunch. This wedding is like the party that never ends. Countdown to the wedding: 13 days. Countdown to the FINAL PARTY: 48 days.
Party on sis.
Hopefully the nightmares will end soon. Did I ever decide where the bridesmaid lunch was?
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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