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 personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uh, some people out there in our nation don't have maps. And I believe that our education like, such as South Africa, and, the Iraq, everywhere like such as. And I believe that they should, our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S., or should help South Africa, and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries, so we will be able to build up our future for our children."
--Caitlin Upton, Miss South Carolina Teen 2007
Jacob: "I need to operate on my frog, but first he needs some amnesia."
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It’s not a great picture, so it may be difficult to see. This is my sister. She is getting married in eight days. She is holding a heavy chain which is attached to her ankle with a lock. On the other end of the chain is a 16 lb. bowling ball.
That’s hysterical. If she had real nerve, she’d drag it in to the reception with her, too.:)
That would be funny, especially since the wedding it in Florida. I can see her explaining it to the people at the security check.
She didn’t get to keep the ball, though. Each prank victim signs the ball before it’s put away for the next soon-to-be-married victim.
Wait a second. With you hetero types, isn’t the woman the “old ball and chain”? So shouldn’t this thing be attached to her fiance?
Signed,
Confused Lesbian
Yeah, the woman is usually the “ball and chain” but I guess the term’s starting to take on a meaning for both men and women.
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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