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Islas
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Arien_Elf
I am Cat. Hear me rawr. -
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Mornar
"And where do you travel?" he called after me. Why not? "To the ends of the Earth!" I shouted back. -Roger Zelazny, The Courts of Chaos -
Aikaterine_Mariam
"I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life ... Procrastinating and rationalizing." ~ Calvin -
White_Mountain_Pictures
"Great moments are born from great opportunity." -
UffishThoughts
Shall I dive into hopeless egotism? Why not? Isn't that what xanga's all about? Well then, I shall have at it with complacent good grace. Favorite occupations: Pulling collective brothers' noses. Collecting clocks that do not work. Accumulating books that will fall apart in ten years. Burning Bagels. (Those are very twee -- each bagel has its own little flame! I highly recommend it as splendidly therapeutic.) Tree-sitting. -
STUPENDOUSnesss
I'm a teapot. Are you? -
NothinLikeADame
This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie 'The Graduate'. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent's marriage she'd only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story. -
Lucretius9012
There is no wealth, no material possession that can compensate for not having belief in yourself. There is no way to buy love, there is no way to buy happiness. Money cannot buy it; it must be earned, and guarded carefully. Money sometimes helps to hold it, but only if money stands for something, like honor. Happiness exists only in your mind. -













