ach, my brain
not home from 10 am till 11 pm is too long. perhaps i will disappear off the face of the earth tomorrow...and by that i mean, die a slow and painfully poetic death by e.e. cummings and HD.
or maybe i will beat my head against the wall, because according to erina's cousin it burns 150 calories an hour. and if i have a concussion i won't have to write my anthro paper.
dear wednesday,
why do you hate me so much?
love,
julie
ooh! or maybe i will go poke beth until she hits me. that will be productive...
of sorts.
or maybe i will beat my head against the wall, because according to erina's cousin it burns 150 calories an hour. and if i have a concussion i won't have to write my anthro paper.
dear wednesday,
why do you hate me so much?
love,
julie
ooh! or maybe i will go poke beth until she hits me. that will be productive...
of sorts.
posted by OodRebellion at 11:07 PM
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There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
May this be
your time to laugh,
embrace & receive
personal peace,
Dr. Howdy
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