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| if you think about it, it's a little embarassing to leave yourself of 2 years ago lying around for just anyone to read; so the alliteration of the day is "past posts: private."
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If someone famous hasn't already said "Life moves on... move with it," the plan is to copyright it, get famous, and send it to the Reader's Digest Quotable Quotes page. | | |
| most quizzes = worthless. this quiz = priceless.

"You're an Etch-a-Sketch! You're the creative, artsy type who doesn't need to actually utilize a single muscle group in order to have fun. Doesn't matter though, you're still cool."
yah, baby.
What childhood toy from the 80's are you?
Take it. "See all possible results" makes it completely worth while.
"You're Rubik's Cube! You may think you're popular, but you're actually extremely annoying. Seriously." "You're My Little Pony! Sweet and innocent and happy, you make people want to spew burrito chunks. Even a Care Bear could kick your ass." | | |
| Weep you no more sad fountains What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste. But my sun's heavenly eyes View not your weeping, That now lies sleeping softly, softly, now softly softly lies sleeping Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets. Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at ev'n he sets? Rest you then, rest, sad eyes, Melt not in weeping, While she lies sleeping softly, softly, now softly softly lies sleeping. | | |
| "don't look at me, I just weed here."
I've decided that there's only so much sympathy one can get out of a sunburn. Too many people think it's funny. Too many tan people. You know that "beware the ides of march" thing? Forget it, it's out of date. It's now "beware the cloudy sky." [read: Stephanie is burnt to a royal crisp, and she hurts.] And she hates weeding, but what else is new?
"I will never have a garden unless I can afford to pay someone else to do it. I will be a haven for potted plants."
and she has decided that a visit to CO this summer is imperative not only to meet Woody but to observe Andrea cooking dinner firsthand, not just from the speaker phone, although from a similarly safe distance.
trust the DenHoed family to have a suicidal frying pan. | | |
| you can't declare Michael Jackson no longer the King of Pop until there's someone even remotely qualified to replace him! | | |
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