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I am [05 Nov 2008|09:31am]

javalava
[ mood | calm ]

I am having green tea this morning, and wondering what ever happened to this community. What were we about, and where did we go? Can we start this back up, I remember it being quiet lovely.

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New Rating Community [06 Dec 2007|01:22pm]

theactualworst
[ mood | calm ]

Be a doll and come check out this new rating community!

thedollmarket

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[26 Apr 2006|05:34am]

fairyfetus
Tired of being told to look like a blonde stick?

http://campaignforrealbeauty.com
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[21 Jan 2006|12:34am]

fairyfetus
This community is hereby known as, lemonteaparty.
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[27 Nov 2005|04:03pm]

fairyfetus
Patriot:
The person who can holler loudest without knowing what he is hollering about.
-Mark Twain
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[24 Nov 2005|07:39pm]

fairyfetus
"First they came for the Communists, but I was not a Communist so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Socialists and the Trade Unionists, but I was neither, so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Jews, but I was not a Jew so I did not speak out. And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me."

--Martin Niemoeller
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(X-posted) [22 Nov 2005|09:09pm]

dark_continuum
[ mood | artistic ]



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[08 Nov 2005|11:32pm]

fairyfetus
[ mood | contemplative ]

Don't let anyone jeopardize what you have right now.
EVER.

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Hmm... [03 Nov 2005|11:15pm]

javalava
I haven't posted here in awhile, so I thought I'd included y'all in some of my ongoing problems.

1) My birthday is coming up, I have invited two of my friends who have never met each other to attend the 4th HP movie with me, well, they both insist they will get along, and you know, we're going to be in the movies, not much of a chance to offend each other anyway, but I'm not sure how the older one, 10th grade, will act around my 'rents, she tends to curse, but is a good friend, but I don't know her manners around parents :/

2) I'm still crushing on the same guy, he's getting cuter every day, gaining more and more crushes, and I still have no way to tell if he likes me or not, everyone insist me does, but he denys it, and hasn't told anyone if he does.

3) My Grandmother has Colon Cancer and has been in the Hospital since Monday

4) My Brother is going to move out, yea, so, he's 22 it's time, but that doesn't mean he should leave.

5) Not having any new problems, haha

Any advice with any of these things would be greatly appreciated, ja.
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hate [27 Oct 2005|04:42pm]
autumnpoison
[ mood | lonely ]

I hate having nothing to write about.

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Organic SPAM [27 Sep 2005|03:05pm]

cell_or_door
Organic foods, environmentally and humanitarian friendly, no? Well they are supposed to be. What is WITH the overpackaging companies that produce organic stuff do? Seriously, bananas have like two rows of tape around them. Celery, the kind that I found (mind you I don't have a wide selection) in a thick printed plastic bac. Crackers even(which i found at a natural food store) in individually wrapped servings inside a plastic (strange plastic, thick plastic) bag thing with a layer of packaging material inside. WHAT THE HELL!
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!! [02 Sep 2005|11:51pm]

nnicoleeex3
okay guys, you dont have to add him or anything.
but comment on him.
and for every comment, he will donate a $ to the red cross. hurricane katrina ruined new orleans, and now we need to help.


only comment once, but do it.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shadbolt75/53974.html
please.
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[26 Aug 2005|10:31pm]

tesia
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_justmystyle
NOT a rating community.
A community for quirky, odd fashion. Join, share, have fun. ♥

Thought some of you may be interested. :)
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[25 Aug 2005|01:27am]

swingsetmelody
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I hate promo-whoring, I just hoped some of you would be interested.

Thanks.

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sorry if not interested...need members..delete but PLEASE dont mark as spam [13 Aug 2005|02:30pm]

music_orxmisery
please join!Collapse )
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Sensitive Issue [13 Aug 2005|01:37am]

cell_or_door
Is there a difference between depression and suicidal tendencies? I mena, I know they are somewhat corelated, but is it possible to have one without the other? I also know that it is possible that people just put on facades. I just. Certain current events have led me to ask these questions and I was wondering if anyone had anything they were willing to talk about in relation to this. I really hope this hasn't upset anyone. And my deepest appologies if it has.
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[12 Aug 2005|06:33pm]

whywould
[ mood | dorky ]

"If you cannot understand my argument, and declare "It's Greek to me", you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you recall your salad days, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you act more in sorrow than in anger, if your wish is father to the thought, if your lost property has vanished into thin air, you are quoting Shakespeare. If you have ever refused to budge an inch or suffered from green-eyed jealousy, if you have played fast and loose, if you have been tongue-tied, a tower of strength, hoodwinked or in a pickle, if you have knitted your brows, made a virtue of necessity, insisted on fair play, slept not one wink, stood on ceremony, danced attendance (on your lord and master), laughed yourself into stitches, had short shrift, cold comfort or too much of a good thing, if you have seen better days or lived in a fool's paradise - why, be that as it may, the more fool you, for it is a foregone conclusion that you are (as good luck would have it) quoting Shakespeare.

If you think it is early days and clear out bag and baggage, if you think it is high time and that that is the long and short of it, if you believe that the game is up and that truth will out even if it involves your own flesh and blood, if you lie low till the crack of doom because you suspect foul play, if you have your teeth set on edge (at one fell swoop) without rhyme or reason, then - to give the devil his due - if the truth were known (for surely you have a tongue in your head) you are quoting Shakespeare.

Even if you bid me good riddance and send me packing, if you wish I were dead as a door-nail, if you think I am an eyesore, a laughing stock, the devil incarnate, a stony-hearted villain, bloody-minded or a blinking idiot, then - by Jove! O Lord! Tut, tut! for goodness' sake! what the dickens! but me no buts - it is all one to me, for you are quoting Shakespeare."

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Help Me [10 Aug 2005|11:18pm]

whywould
[ mood | hopeful ]

For all you writers out there.. I need a favour. I need to write something really nice and lovey dovey for my brothers wedding to read out in the church.. so it can't be too racey! I have a few ideas and words to wish them well with, but could do with a hand. Anyone got any nice sentiments up their sleeves that I can nick ...I mean 'borrow' Your reward will be knowing that your lovely words will be read out in a norman church in the middle of nowhere in the cornish part of England, pretty cool a??????! LOL

Fanks for your help! ta la la I'm off to bed x

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[10 Aug 2005|06:24pm]

whywould
[ mood | content ]

A little puzzle for you:

The poor have it
The rich don't want it
You can't see it
If you eat it you will die.

What is it?

Answers on a postcard please.

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John [10 Aug 2005|01:57pm]

whywould
[ mood | drained ]

The sun that used to heat John's face now only got in the way of his sight. The stars that he used to embrace now looked slightly further away, as he lay on the high street, not meaning to trip and fall. The leather arm chair where he used to cuddle his three children, Louise, Mark and Joe, now only bears an imprint of his rather expanded behind.

The car he used to polish ever Sunday morning at about 10.35am now sits rusting with pigeon shit all over the windows like they do it to confirm that John has neglected, well...... everything.

The garden where he used to spend so much of his precious time, weeding, mowing, all the usual 'winding down' things that middle class, middle aged men do, now looks like Grandad Perkin's allotment, who incidentaly, died of a sudden burglars stab wound several months ago.

The trains that John used to run round that track in the shed, like they didn'thave any place to go, except the plastic station next to the half broken nail, obscurely placed next to the plastic village post office, now are extremely late for their 1/2 inch passengers, who wait as though they have no mind at all.

The kitchen clock which wason John's 'To do' List has been running 2hrs 12mins late for the past 8 1/2 months. That clock will never have any concept of time. Mind you neither does John. His ever faithful wife, who used to wear colourful frocks with matching beads, used to talking fondly of John when she went to Church, dance class and to pick up Louise from Brownies, now sits in another place, wearing a black eye, split lip and broken ribs. John would say it was that blasted cupboard door which was on his 'To do' list. Louise talks to her leather chaired friend about John and the way he comes home after last orders, knocks politely on her door and touch her in places that make her feel nervous and dirty.

Mark, 14, felt he was big enough to take John on 'man to man'. Perhaps he could get his dad to look at the sun, embrace the stars and love his mum, the way he once did. He learnt his lesson when one night, after he had finished with Louise, he had to choose to between belt or boot. Mark couldn't stand up straight, for 3 days after that chat.

Nobody knows where Joe is, so I won't talk on his behalf.

Drink, huh? sometimes I don't like being a fly. It's not the shit we land on you need to worry about, it's the shit we see when we land on your walls.

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