I'm too shy to post mine...Besides, pretty or no (though I agree heartily with the second), I find that I haven't been photogenic since 2nd grade... And that was without two front teeth... Dang, that's kind of depressing...
May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
Nonsense, Miss Caroline, I'm sure you look lovely. Nyeh. Although with stalkers about, you may prefer to do as I do and not post anything that might give away one's secret identity.
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
You could always post one with the mask ON, sire. And might I point out, how would you know? For all Lit Net knows, I'm as haggle toothed as an old hedgewitch. And it'd be nice to hear from you every now and then when you're not contradicting what I think with little evidence to the contrary...
May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
Something is wrong with me..........
No I am not...![]()
Edit -- Oops!! I read it as - I am having too much fun....and Now I am thinking my comprehension is sooo bad....
I know something is very wrong with me....
Last edited by Madhuri; 12-18-2006 at 08:49 AM.
Why doesnt she ever listen??
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I am thinking...Why are we unable to express ourselves sometimes? Even those of us who are very expressive fail to say what they want to say. Why can't we get our bloody mouth to utter those words? Embarrassment? Hard consequences?
This power of expression is of no use then. We spend time rambling and talking about unnecessary things, and when important things come, we become as if there is not a person in this world as silent as we are...
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
That is very true. Maybe it's because we don't like people knowing what we truly feel. If someone has the power to understand you, they can control you.....Perhaps? Or does that only make sense to me?![]()
"Yes, Mati. That was exacshully what I was saying."
I understand, Serenata, although I think Pen has a point- if we were unbound by consequences, emotional, physical and otherwise, expressing thought and emotion would be considerably easier. I don't think someone knowing my thoughts and feelings gives them any control over me- unless they use it for blackmail, then too many people know what I'm thinking and have no way of using it to control me. I'm thinking a ginger ale slushie is looking really good right now, but I'm too lazy to crush the ice...
May curiousity kill me, and may satisfaction bring me back.
I seem to have finally found my way back to heaven online, formally known as you all. I've missed you all so much....
I'm thinking that I really need to pack...I have a train to catch in 1 hour and a bit and haven't even started yet!! Also thinking that this might be the last time I'll have access to the web for a week and maybe more....unless I find an internet cafe! So, have a nice Christmas/New Year/holiday everyone!!![]()
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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Wow... it's 11.37 PM and I'm still at work!!!!!![]()