babies.
for-T-f u k*in_O
babies.
for-T-f u k*in_O
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
Took me reading that three times to get itOriginally Posted by Riesa
am going be 17 and i will be leaving for collage
am so not looking forward to it thou i be old enough to start learning how to drive :P
im gonna be 19....poop!!!
HAX Energy Soda....
you only WISH you were aweome enough to drink it.
Yike! I am nearly the oldest member here...maybe I am the matriarch of Lit Net. I feel like I am barely past my 20's in reality. Hope you all like me still, now that you know how old I really am. I am truly young at heart! Hey, what is age, right?
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Mama Janine.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Now then, young fellow m'lad, don't be so cheeky.Mama Janine.
Last edited by Emil Miller; 01-27-2009 at 08:15 PM.
I'll be 21
i will be 17
Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you're right.
I will be turning 22 this year....
now i feel old
I'll be 22 in october
what's the matter Channerhewitt? Why do you feel so?
Last edited by Ivory_Flower; 02-12-2009 at 06:54 AM.
Quel che l'uom vede,
Amor gli fa invisibile,
e l'invisibile
fa vedere Amor...
Ludovico Ariosto
I'll be 22 ...:-)
"He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
It happened calmly, on its own,
The way the night comes when day is done."
18 and can't wait!!
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will . . ."
21 as of Jan. 28th.
I expected that this particular birthday was going to be wild, not-suitable-for-children, not-yet-rated, and thus, to be excellent story-telling material. I expected that on the morning of Jan. 29th, I wouldn't be able to remember anything about the night before.
I remembered quite clearly, however, that on the day of my birthday I woke up, went to class, went to work, and then came home and had a glass of wine while I worked on my essay.
My friends are *still* upset.
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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