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Thursday, October 02, 2008
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shit
Current mood:  amused
Shit may just be the most functional
word in the English language.
Consider:
You can get shit-faced,
Be shit out of luck,
or have shit for brains.
With a little effort,
you can get your shit together,
Find a place for your shit,
Or be asked to shit or get off the pot.
You can smoke shit,
buy shit,
sell shit,
lose shit,
find shit,
forget shit,
and tell others to eat shit.
Some people know their shit, while
others can't tell the difference
between Shit and Shineola.
There are lucky shits,
dumb shits,
crazy shits,
There is bull shit,
horse shit and
chicken shit.
You can throw shit,
sling shit,
catch shit,
shoot the shit,
or duck when the shit hits the fan.
You can give a shit or
serve shit on a shingle.
You can find yourself in deep shit
or be happier than a pig in shit.
Some days are colder than shit,
some days are hotter than shit,
and some days are just plain shitty.
Some music sounds like shit,
things can look like shit,
and there are times when you feel like shit.
You can have too much shit,
not enough shit,
the right shit,
the wrong shit or
a lot of weird shit.
You can carry shit,
have a mountain of shit, or find
yourself up shit creek without a paddle.
Sometimes everything you touch turns to shit
and other times you fall in a bucket of shit
and come out smelling like a rose.
When you stop to consider all the facts,
it's the basic building block of the English language.
And remember, once you know your shit,
you don't need to know anything else!
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Currently
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Iron Man (Ultimate Two-Disc Edition) [Blu-ray]
Release date: 2008-09-30
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other peoples stuff
Category: Writing and Poetry
This was written by a very good friend of mine. He has really come FULL CIRCLE.
enjoy.
Like an unpenned minuetto
Hastened and attested
Blind reason has left me gravid with madness
And forth I stand , with desire in violent overture
Infusing the air with fragrant desire
She lulled me away from the masquerade of my existence
Dowsing the skies with luminosity
As autumnal leaves succumb to frost
Bewildered and weak
In passion's repleat
Silent waters are stirred
This deep stained pain I have felt
Is a flaunted demise
My own life's punishment
Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb
Enamoured
But alas ...
Divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet
No
I swore that they would before her words could part our embrace
If all must be damned for this moment
Then it shall be so
The curse of unrest
And her ardent caress
Come much more than my soul can endure
Standing there , in that place
She pulled away as her eyes cut into mine
And I already knew
Standing there
Enrobed in downfall like a swift silhouette
The next few words would leave my heart in peace
Or take my soul to hell for company
And now sleep that once ushered dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether
Are a vengeful call on grace
But no longer will I hold court to chaos
Too much has come to me on burnt, black wings
To hang amid the thorns
Everyday is an underdog day sunrise
Rippling with fire
And I will unpick the seams of fate
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Currently
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Epiphany
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T-Pain
Release date: 2007-06-05
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Sunday, September 28, 2008
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Can you figure out who wrote this? poetry test
Current mood: amused
Category: Quiz/Survey
i said "I'll miss you"
but i didnt then.
how could i understand change when my socks were always in the same drawer?
how could i know to want you back when you'd always been with me?
"I'll miss you," i said
..... it was a lie that came true.
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Saturday, September 27, 2008
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GLIMMER OF HOPE repost of my favorite...
Current mood:  content
Category: and inquisitive..... Goals, Plans, Hopes
I remember walking through the door with my list. Now, shaking my head in memories, I'm wandering somewhere between ketchup and crutons. Stick to the list, for Christ's sake, stick to the damn list. How did i get lost again? I look down; and to my amazement I have followed this frail yellow amount of yarn to the end. It has almost unraveled in my hand. Wrapped fiercely around my three middle fingers, it throbs alone. My thumb fingers it, rubs it, my thumb obsesses over the softness in this life-line home. It occurs to me: The scampering about that must have taken place as I raced to follow the string back home. All that time? Is it really over? Why cant I remember every second of the way,the way my body cries it needs too. I resemble an addict, watching the pipe, sickly waiting. Pathetic really. As I put the food into the pantry, I realize I bought you some cookies. Without realizing it, and having no control, my emotional sink pours over every detail. In the end i am scarfing down chips a hoy, dunking chocolate kisses in tears, drowning my reality again. The person he must be inside. An emerging dragon of life that recklessly flaunts his fire. I'm covered in crumbles by now. My never endless thoughts have led me deeper into my dream. Holding my phone, willing it to ring. I've wrapped up inside your leather coat. Meshing with the taunt smell, Melting into my glimmer of hope. Hours later I realize I've lost more life. I cant remeber if I slept. I dont know when I woke. Are these fragile walls real? Am i still here? I was the one who picked that throbing red color over the stairs. Now the shade deepens my ache. Nothing has ever been more fully real than this enveloping frost. By this tedious minute, I should have died. Broken, I plead, "God, why can I not move forward?" Reflections of years slowly mount up, exploding with midnight love making and taunting my neck with thoughts of your lips dancing slowly on my skin. But I must hate you, relive the hell, not the abyss I was so lost in. So I admire how the serpent leaves the angel broken, violated and squirming to find that shred of truth. I envy the power he posesses. Though the sad way he aquried it was foolish. I watched him harmonize with evil. He traded reality for chemical kisses, to keep himself strong. Deals like that will leave him flailing about worse than me. Worse than me. Why could I not save him? Why was I not enough for him? We are but only human. The most adaptable creature there is. Why could we not adapt to this place? Our space. Ones that others spend lifetimes trying to aqurie. What selfish, worthless souls the Devil bargins for. No glimmer of hope here. All my life lies in faith that my suffering was payment. Payment to He who sufferd first. My influence was simply not strong enough to show him, turn him, bring him here to the light. I feel I failed us. I took us all down in flames. Me, obsessed with showing him how dazzeling my own dirty flames could reach. Remember them: Burning you. Oh how we lasted all through the night on one spark. Was it God who put out my fire? Was it my quest for pureness that broke my heart?
Did I get rescued, the way i begged for you to do. "Save yourself," you screamed. I didn't know how. Why feel worthless around the one who pays me in tounge lashings of both the positive and negitive kind; when there is he who shall pay me in a grander soul. One I've tasted, years ago when I was tickled to tears by my father. A small ray of what I wanted, What I yearned to be. Maybe there is a glimmer of hope in me.
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Currently
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Pure Hank
By
Jr. Hank Williams
Release date: 1998-10-06
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Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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goodbye mom
Current mood:  frustrated
Category: Writing and Poetry
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i think this is it, im going to read this at the "celebration of her life"
WE MUST KNOW THERE IS NO MORE HURTING
NO MORE PAIN WILL FILL HER DAYS
IN HEAVEN THERE IS NO SADNESS
GOD WIPES IT ALL AWAY.
IT ACHES TO LET A TEAR DROP
IT STINGS TO KEEP IT INSIDE
IT PAINS ME TO TELL YOU
HOW I CRIED AND CRIED AND CRIED.
YOUR MEMORY IS MY KEEPSAKE,
IN WHICH I WILL NEVER PART.
GOD HAS YOU IN HIS COMPANY
BUT I HAVE YOU IN MY HEART.
IT ACHES TO JUST HOLD STILL
ITS HARD TO TRY AND FLY
AND IT BREAKS ME NOW TO SAY TO YOU
GOODBYE, MOMMA, GOODBYE.
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Currently
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Soundtraks : I Can Only Imagine
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MercyMe
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Sunday, July 27, 2008
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my favorite famous poem about death
Current mood:  blank
Category: Writing and Poetry
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
 Dylan Thomas Page
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Friday, October 06, 2006
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Lost In Translation
Current mood:  productive
Category: my poem is published!! Writing and Poetry
out of the DARKNESS
an outstretched hand. 
Penetrating reality inside this dreamland. 
Smoldering  my cheek with its promising touch.
Never knowing inside that I lacked so much.
You asked for my pain, I held onto it tight.
The wind picked up around me  in hopes of a fight.
The place that you seek, it is hidden in here,
To get to my pain you will experience fear  .
Some where locked inside,  this has no name
Death and heartache...tears and shame.
This is me,  I fight here for thought.
Exploiting dreams as happiness sought.
A thousand stories, a million lost;
dying words under an enveloping frost. 
This pain you see, it is certainly mine.
And I will glutton it, until the end of time.
See, I remember these scars and I medicated these cries. 
So stay away from me with your pretentious lies.
This is my place here, so please, GET AWAY
Take back your hand so my pain can stay.
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Thursday, October 05, 2006
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Massicare (a poem) a fav. of mine says Wastleland Writers
Current mood:  busy
Category: A favorite of mine too!! Writing and Poetry
MASSACARE
I hoped to inspire you to love me with exotic words, raspberry skin, and glistening eyes.
I wanted you.
Subsided in your chemistry, unclean and impure.
Your desire overwhelms me and I am taken away.
Injected with immoral love, disrobed and intoxicated by your being, you overtake me.
Brutal love as my integrity is lost.
I feel all I need is to float away in seduction.
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Currently
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Killing Me Softly (Unrated Edition)
Release date: 25 March, 2003
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Wednesday, October 04, 2006
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Dripping Wet, (repost of a good freeverse poem)
Current mood:  creative
Category: what a thought..... Writing and Poetry
a hand full of xanax and a hot bath should do.
I thought to myself as I threw my head back and swallowed those foul tasting pills.
I grabbed one of his beers and headed up stairs to the bigger bath tub.
I cracked open the top on that Miller Lite after undressing and slipped into the warmth.
I was distracted, happily by the rushing water over my manicured toes.
Gulping the beer down making statements in thought.
The tub filled quickly and I sat up to turn the water off.
I looked down at my breasts and sighed. my nipples almost submerged in warm water.
squirting my favorite soap that smells of lavendar and chamomille into my hands, I lather my arms, neck and breasts.
I push them together and admire my soapy cleavage and the cross that hangs down between them.
sinking back into the tub, watching the slow drip, drip, d r i p,
d r i p
Somewhere in another world I woke up.
There was a faint irridesent shimmer beaming from a lighthouse.
I floated nearer it seemed, but I was far away.
I noticed I was naked, dripping wet and goosebumped.
Cold for a moment until the warmth of life returned to my dream.
I floated in what seemed like hundreds of massaging hands.
I felt myself hit the land.
Getting out was hazy, fumbling with my own legs to stand. Shaky and in a new place.
To my right was a driveway, lit up by the moon. Miles long, and painted freshly by my mind with trees by the pair all the way up.
The shadows that fell from the limbs were haunting, I turned the other way.
There was a road so long, it made hills.
I began down it, towards the moon.
I walked past gardens and ponds.
The moon was pulling me in with its majestic beauty.
Naked I glowed like a baby.
Then it happened.
I saw a figure, blurry in my eyes.
Shaking my head, rubbing my head, I tried fiercly to focus on the image that seemed so comforting.
And when the image I saw spoke, he dissapeared.
"Wake up Ashley" my fathers voice said.
"Daddy, I want to stay with you"
"Wake up Ashley", my fathers voice yelled.
"Your Drowning Baby, Wake Up."
But it was all so comforting.
The gush of water felt like baptismal freedom,
The loss of life seemed so natural.
In an instant I was transported back here to my tub, eyes open
I am under the water.
My heart wanted to stay, my mind sat me up promptly.
I turned to my side in my bath and cried.
Now tears running horizontally dripping into my tub.
I shook it off, remembering the beauty of my dream.
Standing now, I run my hands over what God has blessed me with and thank him for saving me.
I return to my bed to continue my dream of land and earth, of life and death.
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Tuesday, August 01, 2006
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running in circles NEW POEM (with requested pics)
Current mood: yearning for light
Category: yearning for light Writing and Poetry
During the crisp beginning of darkness,
Once emerged a virgin sun. 
Bringing with it sustaining life,
To each and everyone. 
The life giving rays have sustained,
Enough energy to be strong, 
To each and everyone on earth,
To live life full and long. 
Sometimes dark clouds surround us.
Drenching our existence in rain, 
Stripped of ability
To fight off your pain. 
Tattered we emerge somehow,
Knowing faith leads the way. 
Never give up the fight my friend
Follow your heart that yearns..god stays.
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Currently
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Slim Aarons: A Place in the Sun
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Christopher Sweet
Release date: 01 December, 2005
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Sunday, July 30, 2006
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questions for honest people everywhere: GAS or Sex Toys?? (adults only)
Current mood: wondering???
Category: wondering??? Life
THE FOLLOWING TWO QUESTIONS ARE FOR ADULTS ONLY. IF YOU ONLY WANT TO ANSWER ONE QUESTION AND NOT THE OTHER, YOU ARE A PUSSY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
My husband farts a lot. This morning my husband Wes walked into the room and raised one leg. He pulled his wrist into his side, (golfer Oh Yeah) style. He lets one rip.
My entire life I have been surrounded by men who like to fart. I have actually been held under the covers by Wes after leaving a very silent and extremely deadlyum, release.
My father use to blame anyone around him including the dog and not limited to barking spiders
My question is simple. Do you like the smell of your own farts? DO YOU THINK YOUR SHIT DOES NOT STINK??
I admit, some of the things ive released are less potent, or less rank than others.but they still came from my ass.
Anyway, on to the second question of the night, or day, depending on what time of the day you get around to me.I have a yellow bag. I should say now, its not just my bag baby, its my husbands bag too.
In our bag is an assortment of adult toys. Anything from astro glide(which is the best invention for sex, hands down, since man)to a dildo that the same size as my man.
My question is simple: What is the best sex toy on the market? Or, the worst??
See a good friend of mine, who wishes to remain um, not mentioned..and still divorced.went to the store to shop around. We were impressed by the ninja 3000. This thing was purple and silver and the middle was clear and in the tip was like 19 silver ball bearings.
The middle lit up and changed as it twisted around in 5 speeds. The actual tip of the thing went around in a circle. Coming out of the middle was a little worm shaped clit tickler, or ass tickler, what ever way YOU want to use it.
This thing it a soft plastic that wraps around a little bullet inside, or egg..Ladies, you know what im talking about, right.if not, research the term
It can go 7 speeds..Needless to say We spent 55 dollars, each.
When I got home and ran everyone off, Wes and I tried it out. Honestly, the preformance was half of what looked like it could do. The circling end was too CIRCLING..it kind of hurt, in a uncomfortable way
The middle part was in an odd way, so you never could actually get it into the RIGHT SPOT
Thankfully my husband was able to retrieve the bullet from inside and we were left with 2 separate toys. The purple and silver twisting dick, and the vibrating egg. What a waste of money. Still in search of the perfect toy..I finally came across it.For 45 dollars
This was a simple cock ring, soft and with an extra little pouch on one end. The pouch had little tiny soft fingers all over it. The pouch held a bullet, or egg, that vibrated at 7 different speeds controlled by a remote. You put this thing on you man, or have him put it on, whatever.and you sit down on top of himand walla.it like everything all in one
And of course you can take the bullet out and leave him with the ring for a little alone time. Either way, this thing has what it takes.such a simple design and workable.
Dont let me down freaks.I know your all a little naughty or gassy..Whatever.!!!!
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Currently
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Shagadelically Speaking: The Words and World of Austin Powers
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Lance Gould
Release date: 01 July, 1999
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Saturday, July 29, 2006
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STICKS AND STONE ARE BREAKING ME (new poem)
Current mood: untrusting
Category: untrusting Writing and Poetry
I have built up a defensive zone, around these things that I call mine.
Security measures never dreamed before, when I saw the dead end sign.
But the enemy forces have penetrated. They have set up camp so close.
Delivered a death punch gift wrapped in a friendly dessert dose.
Questioning my effectiveness, as a simple human being,
Swearing that inside me are things youve never seen.
Tears falling, and we beg you, please stop attacking me.
How much more do you need to die here, for you to set us free?
Living here inside these walls, are smiles you put in jeopardy,
Threating now not just one, but entire family stability.
We have run to a safe place, yet you found a weekness here,
Gather forces, attack, and kill us. year after year.
Each of us, reacting to the path in life we live,
Not made easier by anyone who has help to give.
We huddle together in flames of comfort,
Ones kept burning through the night,
Ones I will protect with all my breath,
Or die losing that fight.
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Friday, July 28, 2006
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THE EVENTS YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ ACTUALLY HAPPENED
Current mood: STOP THE WORLD AND LET ME OFF
Category: STOP THE WORLD AND LET ME OFF Friends
The events you are about to read actually happened in Wesleys world.
A group of friends gathered at my house to cook bacon cheeseburgers. Besides me, my cousin Leslie and Wesleys friend Eric were here. Unknowingly there was a first timer here. We shall call her Amanda. We warned her of how the events to come when Wesley got home were unknown..proceed with caution. Leslie actually informed her to duck and weave
Now at his arrival, Wes flew into the driveway, passing 4 other vehicles.. He pulled in onto the porch headlights shining directly into leslies eyes. He entered the scene and grabbed a Coors light and went into the bedroom and changed.
Now 20 minutes ago Eric had lost a bet. He was sure he could convince Wes to stop for tortilla chips for the freshly made queso Leslie had whipped up as an appetizer. Wes laughed at his request.
So when Wes came out of the bedroom he informed Eric he had indeed gotten him some chips but had actually stomped on them saying 'fuck yo chips nigga ' In the words of Dave Chappell, one of Wesleys favorite comedians, he jumped all over the floor demonstrating what he had done to the chips. Leslie and Eric were forced to eat the queso with wavy lays potato chips..horrible.really.
Now I had a horrible migraine headachebut was trying to cook the burgers. When I went out to flip them, the smoke invaded my nose and I went back inside to ask for reinforcements. Leslie stepped up to the grill. Before we knew it, the grill was on fire flames rose from the burgers. While Wes and I argued over who would move first, Leslie shouted "I dont know what to do guys" I went into action going to remove the burgers from the flame ....Wes was behind me in an amazing dive play from behind, he poured half of his beer onto the grill and the flames were tamed.
As we all gathered to put our fixins (deep Texas drawl) onto our burgers Wes informed our new guest what the rest of us already knew."When I married my wife I told her Im either hungry or horney, If I dont have an erection, you best be makin me a sammich."
At this time Wes threw the first darts of his never ending dart game.(seriously, as I write this he has started it and forgotten again 2 and a half hours after if started and the game has gone into sleep mode 3 times.
Then he bites into the burger, and unknowingly and only the day after the had a device planted in his esophagus in a procedure I cannot pronounce. Wes swallows a piece of toothpick the Eric had placed around the burgers to hold the bacon firmly in place (the burgers were killer.really) It was horrible, he was bent over in pain.
Now you ask yourself, what else could happen.and what was the new girl thinking?? shit she was too busy laughing her ass off, swearing she needed a video camera.
Now Wes was attempted to stick his ice cold mug on our daughter..he teased her, "Im going to get you " I played along saying "No daddy, No, " and moving my arm and hers, I slapped the beer mug into his nose. he yelped in pain.!!!
At the bar now he said "I have a lump "then he broke out into song singing "Shes lump, Shes lump she smacked me in the head"
I swear it only gets better.
Now I am pulling up my latest poem lost in transition for Wes and Leslie to read. I pick up my computer and proceed to walk off with it connected to the plug in the wall and I pull leslies drink over onto the floor. Wes laughs. With in 5 minutes, he has knocked over my drink. We proceed in a conversation about who has hit the most poles and what not in our vehicles. Wes swears I win, but I bring up two incidences in which he clearly hit the poles or whatnot while he was not under the influence of anything..so actually we are tied..
Okay, now Amandas side is hurting from laughing and she says she is ready to go home and retire.. Next time she will bring her video camera because this was great.
Oh no, Amanda has lost her phone in the couch where she sat.Wes removes the cushion and digs in .......he pulls out one phone........then another..we joke about how many phones could possibly be in the couch.???? guesses, anyone???
Yes he pulls out another.....then finally her phone!!!
Insert.:right now he and Eric are making fun of me, here, blogging..Singing a theme song "BLOGGINGH AND DREAMING FIVETEEN MILLION MILES OUT OF MY MIND. " WES POINTS TO HIS BRAIN.BOBBLING," I HAVE A LOT OF GOOD BLOGS IN HERE" he says in a bad english accent.
SINGING AGAIN "DO YOU LIKE WHEAT NUT BREAD,?? WANT ANOTHER SAMMICH??
LESLIE AND I CRACK UP ON THE COUCH WHILE WE RIGHT THIS .I SWEAR HE IS SPEAKING IN A BAD BAD ENGLISH ACCENT RIGHT NOW REPEATING " I SMASHED A TURKEY" .. LESLIE SWEARS ITS MADLIBS!!!WES SAYS "I SHOULD HAVE GOT HOME EARLIER" AS ERIC SNORTS AND BEGS WES "QUIT, IT HURTS" AS HE IS BENT OVER IN LAUGHTER.
THIS IS MY LIFE.. WELCOME TO WESLEYS WORLD..AND ITS THE BEST SHOW IVE EVER SEEN
WES CLAIMS AS ERIC SPILLS HIS DRINK
"SIGNING OFF, I GOT A DUDE TO SPILL HIS DRINK, AND THERE IS ONLY ONE DUDE HERE"
I have to go to bed now, my migraine has come and gone so many times laughing to the point of tears at the things I forgot to mention.
Hope you enjoyed the first installment of Wesleys world. check in tomorrow night for the tale of the bowling alley..
Love and respect to each and every one of you who stopped in to read me. I love you all.
Ashley Kay now thats funny, i dont care who you are...
it could be worse.....
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Monday, June 19, 2006
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Time and God
Current mood:  excited
T.I.M.E. Things I Must Earn
G.O.D. Good Orderly Direction
peace and party on.
ashley kay
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Tuesday, May 30, 2006
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IMAGINE
Current mood:  artistic
IMAGINE...
IF EVERY PERSON YOU ENCOUNTERED YOUR ENTIRE LIFE HAD A STORY THAT COULD INSPIRE YOU, CHANGE YOU, CAUSE YOU TO FEEL. MY MESSAGE IS TO EMBRACE THOSE FEELINGS AND CHALLENGE EVERYDAY TO MAKE YOU STRONGER, THINK HARDER AND FEEL DEEPER. PEOPLE AROUND YOU CAN HELP YOU DO THAT ....EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM CAN TEACH YOU. OPRAH SAID IT IS ABOUT YOURSELF WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF FEELING CERTIAN WAYS ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE....LOOK AT YOUR SELF AND ASK WHY......TO EVERYONE, EMBRACE EACH OTHER AND LETS WORK TOGETHER TO CHANGE SOMETHING, ANYTHING...
LUFF
ASHK
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