Not sure how to fill in the blank. Confessions of a 'cynic'? A 'nobody'? Or a 'shopaholic' - seeing as that's what I'll be talking about. So if you're strapped for time and don't particularly want to waste five minutes of your life reading about the new movie 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' then look away. NOW. Don't say I didn't warn you... otherwise, buckle up. Let's start with motive. Why would anyone waste about an hour and half of their life watching this trash? ...
Updated 03-09-2009 at 01:35 PM by optimisticnad
You asked for clarity and I released a thousand white doves with ribbons spun from my hair to lasso the sun. But in the pure rays of streaming light you saw only the shadows of charred ravens pecking at your eyes. You asked for the serenity of clear blue ocean waters and I built an ark to sail you around the world. Heaving, you got seasick in the harbor. You asked for the wisdom of stones and I carved ...
So I really didn’t have enough on my plate what with working, university, book club and my volunteering so of course when I was asked if I wanted to start a movie club my answer was yes why not. Well we into our second month and I am loving it. We meet on the second Friday of the month at someone’s house we watch a movie and then discuss it. Oh of course there is great food and wine as well. What movies do we watch – well this will not surprise some of you reading this blog but our ...
Controle 20.47 Abacuc já está ao pé de Egar, que lhe dera função de monitoração de comunicações. O ancião reclamara que não sabia fazer aquilo, mas o engenheiro insistiu que lesse o manual, e o mercador estava se desfazendo em grunhidos para ver se conseguia descobrir como ouvir o silêncio do vazio. Pelageu consegue passar uma última vez no controle; desejava dar instruções a Egar. "O que você fez com ele?, que está tão quieto?!...", murmura o capitão. "Divido ...
Updated 03-08-2009 at 10:41 PM by librarius_qui
No longer a fuzzy toy to play with, black and white morning roadkill, pretty like sleep with the dew on. No longer a song in the moonlight singing the other cats Scarface. Dead cats sing simple songs and this one, from appearances mostly intact, wanted its invisible owner to see it whole, and not pushed up bits at the edges after the wheels of a truck. No stick big enough. With cuddly tummy and heavy ...
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