fantasyislander said:

Umm these are my memories! I'll have you know I have the blood of kings! I have no rivals! No man can be my equal! Take me to the future off you ALL!!!!

sinister said:

yeah. sure. ok. whatever you say.

fantasyislander said:

I was quoting the Highlander TV show song.....Such comedy is lost on you....I wont mention the bumpkin word but that is being rolled through my mind at the moment....but you didn't hear that from me...

sinister said:

i love highlander, and used to watch it all the time.

but YOU are no duncan mcleod!! you ain't even ritchie!!

fantasyislander said:

Now that just hurts.....lower than Richie..... We are not amused.....and I will have your head for that comment...


And you are certainly no Amanda....
[Edited 9/20/04 22:15pm]

fantasyislander said:

I am Duncan MacLeod, born 400 years ago in the Highlands of Scotland. I am immortal and I am not alone. For centuries we have waited for the time of the gathering. When the stroke of a sword and the fall of a head will release the power of the Quickening. In the end, there can be only one

fantasyislander said:

Thats me!

sinister said:

and it's "I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings.
I have no rival, no man can be my equal
Take me to the future of your world."

amateur.

sinister said:

nah, this is you.

I am a Watcher, part of a secret society of men and women who observe and record, but never interfere. We know the truth about Immortals: in the end, there can be only one. May it be Duncan MacLeod . . . the Highlander

fantasyislander said:

I didn't look it up like SOME people I remember things....and if your soooo smart how come you didn't know I was a highlander huh? (tapping foot waiting for answer)

sinister said:

no, i'm tessa!

sinister said:

i told you. you aren't a highlander. you're just a watcher. now face the music.

fantasyislander said:

You are not!

sinister said:

oh, and i remembered it!

i love queen!!

fantasyislander said:

Im a highlander damnit! Explain the orgasms/quickenings then? (tapping foot again waiting for an answer)

My first year out of High School!

1972 was a leap year, and my first real job. This song sticks in my mind.

Summer Breeze

See the curtains hanging in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light a-shining through the window
Lets me know everythings alright


Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

See the paper lying on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walk on up to the door step
Through the screen and across the floor


Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
When I come home from a hard days work
And you're waiting there, not a care in the world

See the smile a-waiting in the kitchen
Food cooking and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through




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[Edited 9/21/04 10:15am]

CarrieMpls said:

My birth! (october 8th.)

I wasn't born yet....

1972? I was....uh.....swimmin'.

applekisses said:

Me too.

1972 reminds me of this song:


Alone Again, Naturally

Oh in a little while from now
If I'm not feeling anyless sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower

I'm climbing to the top
To throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear
To whoever what it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying
"My god, that's tough she's stood him up
No point in us remainig
We may as well go home"
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally.

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerrful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, well who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play

But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much
As a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt talk about
God in his mercy
Who, if He really does exist,
Why did He desert me
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally.

It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world
That can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do
What do we do

Alone again, naturally.

Now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears

And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand
Why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with her heart so badly broken
despite encouragement from me no words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally

Alone again, naturally.

wow 1972..6 years old... won my 1st talent show in school sang a Al green song, s'right... brotha came in 1st place.. can u dig it? 72 was a great year for me,as a kid great saturday morning's,
Music was on point,

MrJoker said:

Me three

Byron said:

I was born in 79

Byron said:

So cute....

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fantasyislander said:

no, i am.

Tessa said:

you're right. you're tessa.