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closing the community?

Posted by hana on 2008.01.26 at 13:03
This hasnt been written in for over a year.. I dont have internet service at my house now either so I cant really maintain this thing. ( I actually forgot it existed for a while)

If anyone else wants it.. the name.. or whatever to make it whatever community you want to
... or if you still want this up for whatever reason, tell me.

uuhhh.. yeah.

Hope everyone is doing well and that you have a happy life!

<3 Hana and baby girl Elsa.

random: B&amp;W girl

this makes me hungry.

Posted by lux_eterna on 2006.10.14 at 03:30
Current Location: bed
Current Mood: hungryhungry
Current Music: nothing and nowhere - the birthday massacre
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads it.

MySpace Angles
Posted by lettheworldslip on 2006.09.21 at 21:53
Vitriol is a good way to get people talking.

The best thing I can think of to hate right now is when poor quality fish is used to make sushi, when the tuna is floppy, squishy, and carries a lingering watery aftertaste when it should be firm-fleshed and tangy.

I heard an interview on NPR with a fella who measured the levels of certain chemicals in his blood, and saw it formed a tapestry of his life. The chemicals that had leached into the soil and water from the dump he played in as a child, the flame retardant that is sprayed into all furniture and sundries that could possibly burst into flames, and the mercury from the swordfish he had eaten the night before.

Mercury. Oh, Hermes, we're poisoning the world. We put chemicals we will someday drink on our lawns, and the number of female hormones in our water supply (which water filtration plants cannot filter from the urine of women on the pill) is steadily increasing.

Hey, look, I found some things to be angry about.

And now, for contrast, http://www.notwithoutmyhandbag.com/babynames/

random: B&amp;W girl

it's aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive

Posted by lux_eterna on 2006.09.20 at 18:49
hey guys,
let's bring this community back to life, shall we?
i mean i know someone out there has at least ONE thing they'd like to bitch about, so bitch away! i'll get started. i hate my job! it's freezing in there all the time, and there is NO staff room! whenever i want to take a break, customers come up and start talking to me.
"hey, i see you have a very limited time to eat, would you care to hear my life story?"
and now, a little something to brighten your days.

Posted by bruisedpearls on 2006.04.22 at 18:06
Current Mood: nervousnervous
This community is dyinnnnng!!!!!I feel bad. I loved this community. It was by far my favorite and the only one I joined and stayed with.

So I will post.

My newest news is that I might be homeless. Again with the worry on it. My boyfriends parents were suppose to help us pay first and last because my brother is bailing on us and now we cant afford the place we are in and have a week left. And they are being cranky. I am hoping to god they come around. Because we need a place where my cat can stay and where we can be alone and have steady jobs.

Other than that, my mom will be coming to visit in about 2 days. She finally apologized and noticed that if I have a drug problem, it's me, not my boyfriend feeding me them. And that he isnt beating me. So we are good now and I will be spending time with her when she gets here. Her and my little sister. Unfortunally her know-it-all stuck up boyfriend is coming along. Urgh.

And I joined a community I thought you all should check out.

A community supporting female
rock/punk/emo/gothic, whatever, artists.
Join today.

MySpace Angles
Posted by lettheworldslip on 2006.03.21 at 03:59
I asked the Mormons, the last time they visited me, whether they thought that sometimes people want to believe in something so badly that they are willing to believe anything. The South Park episode on Scientology also brought up this point. The Mormons believe that God speaks in a small voice in the head, upon asking for answers with faith. However, upon asking for answers with faith, one has already accepted one answer - that God exists.

The basis for the Christian faith is the Bible, and yet some Christians suggest taking the Bible as allegory, and not as unalterable truth. Without this document, written by men supposedly inspired by God, where is the basis for faith? Is it in the historical record? Show me the basis!

I may be preaching to the choir, but speak to me on this.

MySpace Angles
Posted by lettheworldslip on 2006.01.07 at 19:39
Since a new comment has appeared on my previous entry, I feel inclined to answer Hana's question. The reason most people post on this website is to set me straight. That's a joke - I don't think the world revolves around me. Still, I'd really like to hear responses to the comments I've left.

Please, someone, explain to me how this:

When I was a young child, one of my fondest dreams was to, when I was older, find a hooker and take her to Disneyworld. Sex was never really a part of the plan - I just wanted to take a prostitute to Disney World. Someday, I think I will do it.

deserves the responses I've been receiving from people determined to set me straight. When I try to answer your perjorative comments, I'm left desiring responses in the light of what seems like invincible ignorance, and ohgod such surety! Where the hell do you get these ideas you're so sure of? Maybe I give you too much credit. If I allow all the assholes in the world to rattle my cage, I'll be quite a rattled little monkey.

Posted by hana on 2005.10.12 at 14:36
so this community should probably have a topic for it to get going again...
what do you think is most talked about in here?

i am having a hard time putting it in one catergory.
..i guess something broad would be good, just anything not "write about whatever you want to."

you are the members... why do you write in here?

for support? to start conversations? just to say something random?

--disappointed, don't consider this a spoiler--

Posted by fossa on 2005.09.18 at 18:18
I want to know who decided that the Oompa Loompas would suck and not sing the Ooma Loompa song in the new movie.

Something in your head you've been fighting all along.

Posted by bruisedpearls on 2005.08.31 at 22:31
Current Mood: irritatedirritated
Current Music: Metric - Raw Sugar
I feel my privacy has been invaded. Not that life isnt difficult already, everyone has to make it a little bit more harder and go around telling my mother anonymously that I am doing drugs such as cocaine and ecstacy. So now I get random drug testing from her whenever she feels I need one. So I cant do anything of my own business anymore until I'm on my own. And at that, it's hard finding a job and daydreaming at apartments. Because we cant make it off of one persons paycheck a week. And no one seems to want to hire me even at how desperate I am. And I am going to have to wait two months and save when I acctually do get a job. So much for just freedom.

And I think I'm never wasting my time and makeup getting ready and hanging on words that arent going to happen. Instead I'll wait until people call that they are coming to get me and then I'll decide to get ready and they can wait the hours of my primping. God damnit.

I have an infected piercing.

And two more days until this bastard homeless kid in my house who is a snitch on me moves the fuck out and far away from this state. That's a plus side.

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