| I wake up smiling these days. I don't remember what life was like 2 weeks ago. I still have my rough days, but I know my life is alright. |
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| The Mail ManSo I've begun to hate the mailman. This hatred seems to grow as I get older. As a child I had one or two "penpals" an would even get things in the mail that surprised me or letters from friends or family or cards or whatever.....I love getting mail... I got older and became weary of when i would recieve letters or report cards from school. I still liked getting mail, but I was more cautious goal tending the mailbox at strategic times of the season. Eventually, I totally lost track of him (the mailman) he just sent me junk like army applications, voter registration awareness and college brochures. The mailman and were on different planets and I didn't care about what he dropped my way until recently. If my name is on it these days, it's from somebody who wants money that i don't have from me. No longer do recieve happy letters or cards or even annoying college brochures. E-mail has killed the need for mail men... we should just change their title to people who give out bills and useless shit... Let's save the reputation of mailmen everywhere, and write someone you care about a letter.... |
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| Sometimes I don't dress as warmly as the weather prescribes. I see people bundled up for the winter weather, layered all the way up exposing only their eyes, for sight. I imagine their warmth and comfortability in these fluffed out feathers. Call me crazy, but I like the chill that the winter air provides once in awhile. The chill almost makes people walk closer together and makes the air taste fresh. It invigorates my lungs and it makes the warmth of a fire more powerful. |
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| Does anyone know what "xanga" means? Does it stand for something, or did they just say... hey... you know it would be cool if we named our site "Xanga" |
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| Ever get that feeling that you're being punked?
Someone somewhere is playing a big joke on you.
I swear, somebody with a lot of power and influence is cracking up at the miserable state that I am in. Why is someone fucking with me? I mean... how can one person be so unfortunate?
"everybody needs to know it's the year of the rat"
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