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if you're bored...
you can check out these sites: vids & games my myspace page games to play if you're really that bored my facebook profile Foamy! Adrey's music page that's about it for now. I'll be adding more links later How well do you think you know me? My Love... The Colors of the Rainbow {© 2004}
Red is the color of blood That flows from my neck Orange is the color of fire That melts away my flesh Yellow is the color of bees That sting and send poison through my veins Green is the color of sickness That rests in my stomach Blue is the color of pain and sorrow That has caused me to do this Purple is the color of the flower That lies on my grave And black is the color of death That has slowly crept upon me Monkey's poem {© 2004}
And now you come to join the wonders of my life. So welcome, welcome all. Enter that which is my hell. That which is my life still unlived. Welcome to this the pain that keeps me alive. Welcome to my broken heart, a result of many relationships passed. And to this curse, I am forced to live. To my loneliness which has come from being forced to go. Welcome to this ... as I leave. Welcome now, to my suicide. Life and Love {© 2004}
Life and love alike are similar to flowers. Like a rose. Flowers are born, they bloom, they wilt and they die. That's exactly how life and love work. They are born, bloom, wilt and die and in that time frame we go through so much shit, a herd of cattle could not match it. Love/Hate {© 2004}
There is a very thin line between love and hate. You don't realize just how thin that line is until you are standing over it; half of you on the side of love and the other half on the side of hate. It is a really confusing time and it's not easy to deal with. All you can do is hope that the time passes quickly. | Flour-y Sunday. 3.25.07 11:22 pm Oh my good gracious {edited for those who are religious}. Tonight was really slow when I got there and it stayed that way until about 7:30pm. I was thankful for the slow night, but I kinda wanted some business so I got it. . . later than I wanted it. I ended up having to stretch and now I know how Gary feels when he has to stretch pizza. I was covered in flour by the end of the night. And the managers' shirts are the type of material that absorb everything so I couldn't come close to even getting half of it out. I felt gross. I usually feel gross when I finish a day or night at work, but with the flour caked on, it was elevated. I was afraid to touch anything once it was cleaned. I was afraid of leaving behind flour. And I know how much I hate having to clean up after Gary when he's left flour everywhere in the kitchen so I didn't want to have to put anyone else through that. I'm so tired right now. I have to be back at work in a little over 10 hours. But then I finally have off on Tuesday and trust me, I'm gonna be doing some definate relaxing. Sorry, I'm not awake enough to read through blogs so I'll comment tomorrow. Goodnight NuTang! 3 Comments. By stretch pizza.... ...you mean throwing the pizza in the air? Like they do on TV? I've always wanted to do that. Except minus the flour part -_- » The-Muffin-Man on 2007-03-26 02:44:41 I wonder if you look like you're covered with snow when you've finished stretching. I hope you can get it out of your shirt and you didnt get any on your hair.. » Nuttz on 2007-03-26 05:14:30 So you were really covered in a lot of flour? XD Geez. I would feel rather gross myself. » Toowit on 2007-03-26 12:04:34
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