BW (sonador11)

BW (sonador11)

BW (sonador11)
  • Updated:July 11, 2011 4:55 pm
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  • Member Since:April 4, 2007 5:52 pm
You know, I was going to fill this out at one point but after realizing that there were so many screwed up people out there, I decided not to. I mean, come on. If someone is going to come after me I may as well make them work for it. I guess it wouldn't be that hard to find me. I mean, I do talk about my life a little bit. I try not to get horribly specific but the psycho's (the real ones, not your run of the mill psycho) are smart enough to ferret out the info. Do you want to tell me where you live? It's OK. You can trust me. It's not like I have the money to fly there and come knocking on your door. I guess you don't know for sure, though. I could have scads of money and just be a lying psycho ass who is out to get you. But I'm not. Seriously. There were only a few times I've found someone but even then I only rang the doorbell after leaving a burning bag of dog pooh on their porch. You know, good old-fashioned whippersnapper fun times!

Sometimes I wish someone would come visit me though. I could put my address up so that my online friends could just hop in their car or jet and come visit me unexpectedly. How fun would that be? I think loads! I'd have to find a hotel for them to stay in because I only have the fold out couch in the livingroom but those are so damn uncomfortable. You know what I mean? I could set up a bed in the basement but I don't have any extra mattresses right now. It would be a good idea though. Maybe they'd want their privacy anyhow. Plus, I snore and I wouldn't want anyone to find out. Yeah, that would be best. They should stay in a hotel. But they could spend the entire day with me. You know, I could stay with them at the hotel! Now *that* would be super fun. We could sit up all night talking and eating stuff. We could watch fun 80s movies and just laugh and laugh. Oh, and we'd talk about you. You know that's right. We'd sit there and wonder what the hell was wrong with you. I mean, really. You need help. But anyhow, you've heard that before. No news to you.

I wouldn't mind a vacation. I'm getting sick of the weather here. It's too hot. I want to go someplace breezy and sunny. That would be nice. Don't you think?

I get to go to the grocery store and pharmacy, to do the grocery shopping I get to drive the kids to school. That can be fun since I know I don't have to leave with them. Heh. Oh, I shouldn't have said that. That wasn't nice.

And since we're talking about going places (it's all about location, no?), I have to say that I love flying. I like first class. They treat you well. I haven't flown in awhile. One of the moms at preschool is a corporate pilot. Isn't that a cool job? It would be cool if we could take a field trip to her work. I'd love to see the inside of a cockpit. I love that word -- cockpit. It's so funny if you say it a bunch of times fast.

I didn't always live here. No sir. I lived with my parents once upon a time. Then I had this girl who was tiny but had the most enormous breasts you've ever seen. It was amazing she could walk upright. And I'm not just sayin'. She was a 32 DDD. 32! She was tiny but she had the biggest boobs I had ever seen on such a tiny body. And they were real! I'm not shitting you. She would buy size three bikini bottoms and a size 18 top. Can you imagine? I sure can't. Well, I can but only because I saw them in their full glory. They were mighty. She was smart. She was from Saginaw. I wonder whatever happened to her. We lost touch a long time ago. It's too bad. People lose touch and it would be great if we could do something to change that. I mean, I think about old friends now and then and it would be nice to know where they were. Well, without going through extra lengths trying to Google-stalk them.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of
arriving Safely in an attractive and well preserved body. But rather to skid
in sideways, chocolate in one hand, Diet Coke in the other, body
thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"

Have a wonderful day!
read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning, to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke the following date with tears but he said that what mattered most of all was the "dash" between those years

For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth and now only those who love her know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own the cars, the house, the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash. So think about this long and hard, are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left that can still be re-arranged.

If we could just slow down to consider what's true and real and always try to understand the way other people feel. If we could be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before. If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile, remembering that this special dash might only last a while.

Love is Blind, You must see from the Heart

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