What are you thinking now?

I cant make up my mind if i want to go out to eat with my parents...

Starlight, furry creatures and a flying saucer filled with illegal aliens.

I have a signature now, rejoice! (Hmmm...quite literally...)

And,

Why does Yahoo radio have to annoy you when you are listening to a new version of an Oingo Boingo song (I don't like the new adaptations as nearly as much as the originals) on the the so-called Oingo Boingo radio station, and then it plays some non-Oingo Boingo stuff that "you might like". Thanks Yahoo radio. :crash:

Where did I leave my check book?

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Originally Posted by Lily Adams

I have a signature now, rejoice! (Hmmm...quite literally...)

And,

Why does Yahoo radio have to annoy you when you are listening to a new version of an Oingo Boingo song (I don't like the new adaptations as nearly as much as the originals) on the the so-called Oingo Boingo radio station, and then it plays some non-Oingo Boingo stuff that "you might like". Thanks Yahoo radio. :crash:

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Love the new siggy Miss Lily! Very classic :cool:

that i should go read more of my book now! yay!

My jamas have holes.

Gotta stretch, because I'm excercising in an hour.

Home with friendly familar smells and caramel soft and brown and natural and strangley sweet. Home that is twisted until it breaks into parts and yet continues to insist I am this one I am that one. Home and words like äiti and isä father mother my sister. And these words are rent also in two parts and the break is not clean and the space between is vast and impassable. and I wasn't ready and its 4 days now three days now 5 hours and two minutes and 17 seconds and i am home and yet far from home and if i stay my position is thus and if i leave the position is the same. and i am now tow parts also that will never be truely connect and i have done this myself. why do people cut them selves in two. and i know i will do it again maybe 7 or 8 more times and I will be in pieces. thes are pieces of carmal and cloves of garlic and the milk od humane kindness and the flesh that is my body and soup is strange and wonderful and is finshed when we die.

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Originally Posted by alhara

Home with friendly familar smells and caramel soft and brown and natural and strangley sweet. Home that is twisted until it breaks into parts and yet continues to insist I am this one I am that one. Home and words like äiti and isä father mother my sister. And these words are rent also in two parts and the break is not clean and the space between is vast and impassable. and I wasn't ready and its 4 days now three days now 5 hours and two minutes and 17 seconds and i am home and yet far from home and if i stay my position is thus and if i leave the position is the same. and i am now tow parts also that will never be truely connect and i have done this myself. why do people cut them selves in two. and i know i will do it again maybe 7 or 8 more times and I will be in pieces. thes are pieces of carmal and cloves of garlic and the milk od humane kindness and the flesh that is my body and soup is strange and wonderful and is finshed when we die.

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I wish I was as thought-full.

I jus' dont like wearing sooo many clothes during winters, I dont like the feeling when I have to wear socks all the time, or wear thermals and the clothes and then some sweater and then jacket, and a muffler, and a cap too :(. I feel stuffed all the time. :(

Clearly the butler didn't do it.

Oh, the sun is coming up

6 more hours of work to go.

You can do it KT :thumbs_up

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Originally Posted by Madhuri

You can do it KT :thumbs_up

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No I can't...I'm so tired. I need a couple of cat naps in a row.:D