I dunno. but apparently now it does.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
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You guys are bloody brilliant; I'm at a lose for words.
I like boys like that on Sundays.
On Mondays they have to drive race cars.
On Tuesdays they need pink hair.
On Wednesdays they have to learn how to grow wings and fly.
On Thursdays they must be really short.
On Fridays they have to turn green.
On Saturdays they need to send 1,000 word emails.
If ANYONE can do all of that, THEN they pass.
Otherwise, they are all crushes.
May as well unleash on of the top four, seeing as I already told him. One of my top four is OrphanPip.
Eh, one down, seven more to go.
One other of the seven know, but I'm going to leave it at that for now.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Yay, top four!
It's like making the podium at the Olympics.
"If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia."
- Margaret Atwood
I hate those facebook ads that advertise Christian dating...haha they can be pretty bad!
I like Heathcliff's versatility...I don't think it's a bad thing!
"So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, and my heart turns violently inside of my chest, I don't have time to maintain these regrets, when I think about, the way....He loves us..."
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5xXowT4eJjY
Alright, I'll pick some crushes. Hmmm.... I favor Skib because he likes awesome things and Basil because he consistantly makes me laugh.
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"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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That's very nice of you to say, Juniper; I'm really flattered. I wish I could repay you the compliment and tell you I have a crush on you, too. But I can't, because I DON'T like you. I don't like you AT ALL. Here's why:
Over the years, I've developed crushes on a few of the female posters here at litnet (hey, I've been here a long time, a man gets lonely amongst all these games and discussions). But every time I've developed an admiration for someone here, something very curious happens:
She disappears.
Vanishes. *poof*….gone without a trace. And before you think that they were fleeing in horror at the gruesome prospect of being Basil's object of affection, you should know that I never told any of them I had a crush. Never mentioned it. Nor did I start acting creepy towards them (well, no more creepy than the sort of constant rate of creepiness I project towards everyone). Heck, I barely talked to these women. No, somehow I "crushed" these ladies out of litnet existence by simply having a festering fondness towards them in my heart; just thinking it made it so. Sure, it's possible they just stopped coming to the forum; maybe real world concerns caught up with them. But what if it's something more sinister, more Twilight Zone-y? Those girls could be orbiting Pluto in the fourth dimension right now for all I know.
So you see the terrible burden I'm under? Any wayward affectionate thought on my part could have devastating consequences. Children could lose their mothers. Parents could lose their daughters. And it would all be my fault.
So in closing, I would like to reiterate: JuniperWoolf, I don't think you're smart, clever, or funny. Your posts are nothing special. You mean nothing to me. And there may another poster or two whom I hold in the same level of disdain as I do you. And whom I DEFINITELY don't have a crush on.
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