. . . yay
This is again, one of those blogs that's gonna step on a few peoples' toes. It may be slightly intentional, but that's why it's here on my personal blog and not in the main conglomeration of public posts. This is not an attack on your views. It is an expression of mine, based on absolutely no research or statistics of any kind.
The object of vegetarianism vs not is quite obviously a long standing issue. It is obviously a quite controversial one as well. I am not here to argue
Sometimes bets can go a little far. Throw in someone who demands payment for a bet won, and things can get disastrous. Ross was a vegetarian, and somewhere along the line he bet Brittany and Kelli that they couldn't do a month of vegetarianism. Kelli held out- Brittany didn't. The end of low season was drawing closer, and out of the blue one night after a few beers, Ross shouted that Brittany had two days to pay him back for the lost bet. Brittany stared at him like she wanted to kick him in
Donít let me come away
from this world of escapism.
I donít want to see whatís waiting for me
On the other side of these eyelids of mine
Greeted by the covered windows
Unwanted reminders of the day to come
I was flying through the air with the eagles,
Fighting a hopeless war with all the hope in the world,
Greeting a lost friend with warmth,
And resting in a field of wildflowers
Updated 12-19-2009 at 12:16 AM by skib
I just got a call from a friend of mine, John, who is a retired electrical engineer and pretty much a genius in my mind. Anyway, on Thursday when my grandparents came over for Thanksgiving, my gramps told me that John was driving to Denver for an annual woodworking show, when he heard this 'thunk' from in his engine. Now, you don't need to be a mechanic to know, any kind of 'thunk' in your engine is NOT a good sign.
Now, let me tell you about John's truck. He has a 1998 24 valve Dodge
I had a lot of crazy parties last summer, and I just came a cross one that I apparently wrote after our New Years in July party. We used every excuse possible to party, and this was a follow up to our Christmas in July party the week before. I wrote this immediately following the party, then lost interest and/or fell asleep.
Itís twenty minutes till midnight.
Iím ****faced, ready to pass out and go to sleep but still, people urge me to stay up. Kelli tells