I'm slightly over blogging. I used to be about it on myspace and then someone disagreed with something I wrote one time, and it was all that I could do to not hurl myself into traffic. That might be a slight exaggeration, but it was less fun after that. I guess I'm a little sensitive. However, this time will be different. I am planning to welcome the (slightly) less intelligent masses to disagree and to bring it. I also welcome you to bring me some tacos while you are bringing things... also maybe some chips, guacamole, and salsa if you have a basket or something you can carry things in. I'll chip in for a shoulder bag (so you can still hold your basket) if you bring something sweet too. All I'm saying is that I wouldn't say no to a piece of chocolate cake. I had more to say, but now I'm hungry so I'm off.
Come On OSU beat OU!!! ...make us believe in the impossible. we got to start this chant early, maybe by Saturday they'll believe they can. You must go to Jeff's blog and see the greatest video maybe ever.
I just looked at autopsy photos. I don't recommend it... unless you're planning to be a crime scene investigator or something, in which case I wonder about your sanity. I think something's wrong with those people.... Medical examiners too, those people have got to be mentally checked out, or aliens... or both. I think a lot about things that I've found make other people really uncomfortable. I say that only because I have a tendency (as do most people) to talk about what I think about... and people freak out. One such subject is death. I've found that people are kind've superstitious about death. If I tell someone that I love them and hope they have a good life when I leave, and drop a 'just in case I die' they immediately respond with something along the line that I shouldn't talk like that. I'm used to that but lately I've been turning around and asking why? do they think that if I say something like that, it will make it more likely that...
I think that quote is the exception and not the rule.
ReplyDeleteI STILL don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
I agree, but I envy it.
ReplyDeleteyeah, me too.
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