Are you talking about my babble from last night? | |
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No, more like one or two years ago. 99% of my posts are ironic. Maybe this post sides with the other 1%. | |
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wildgoldenhoney said: I re-named my dog. She's now called 'bitch'. Hey...leave my mamma outta this! :mad2: :lol: | |
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I spend time to campaign for a bunch of kids to win a fb contest. 99% of my posts are ironic. Maybe this post sides with the other 1%. | |
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99.9% of everything I say is strictly for my own entertainment | |
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Well goddamn!!!...my moms nurse at the hospital(she got discharged today, yay!) has a boyfriend by the name of Sean Payton. He was dressed kinda scraggely but it was him. He came by to make some kind of plan with her, the nurse...but it was him alright. The nurse was very pretty. Pretty face, nice rack, great body. She also has a very nice disposition as well...she was very good at her job. She was damn hot too...I definitely give props to Mr. Payton. Hot, attractive, approachable, intelligent, and diligent(my mother is a very difficult patient and girly didn't loose her cool).
It was just crazy to see Sean Payton pop up like that outta nowhere. We didn't make no scene about it, nor did anyone else. Surprising, seeing as how he's like a god down her in 'Nawlins. OK...well that's it...I'm done. Oh...her name was Skylene...not Skylar...Skylene...kind of a strange name. A mix of her parents names...Charlene and her fathers name had summin to do with sky...like Skylar or summin. [Edited 5/29/14 17:30pm] They're a little glammed up here...but this is them... ![]() [Edited 5/29/14 17:36pm] [Edited 5/29/14 17:37pm] | |
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I did? Don't remember... | |
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Well they weren't hiring at the moment. But I'm still trying other places from craigslist. Whatever happens, happens. If I end up staying at this job, then what to do... at least I'll still have a job even in this economy. | |
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Can't wait to meet Stymie on June 18th! I'm soooo excited! RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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So am I. | |
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RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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I love how she is doing her European tour! 99% of my posts are ironic. Maybe this post sides with the other 1%. | |
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Six more days. | |
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On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where - as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building. Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world. People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.
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RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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i am KING BAD!!!
you are NOT... ![]() STOP ME IF YOU HEARD THIS BEFORE... | |
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Wow that Dorothy had courage. I admire her for will to fight. 99.9% of everything I say is strictly for my own entertainment | |
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By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of Purgatory! | |
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Started my diet yesterday. So far, it's going well. I've given up all sugar and snack foods (even Pepsi, which is a hard one to give up, because I love that stuff). I need to lose about 35 pounds. I'm tired of seeing a big fat person when I look in the mirror, and I'm even more tired of none of my clothes fitting. So it's time to do something about it. RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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99.9% of everything I say is strictly for my own entertainment | |
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Work sucks! | |
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What the heck is up with this hidden stash of cash. I want to find some. ![]() | |
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Working with the mentally ill can sometimes be challenging, like today. We lost one of the girls, she wandered off and we searched high and low for her. She ended up going to see her case manager. Earlier she was getting aggressive and paranoid thinking that I was hiding things to make it look like she was stealing. Since I seen her come out of the bathroom last, I went to look in there to see if the missing car keys were in there since it wasn't in her pockets. I looked in the garbage can and on the shelf, the sink top and for some reason decided to look behind the rolls of toilet paper and there it was. What a crazy day. Even the other 'client' who has schizophrenia was in disbelief with how she was acting today, he said that he tends to control his delusional tendencies so he doesn't look crazy. | |
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Down in New Orleans right now! Cleaning out my storage unit today. Sad, but I won't go into that. I am glad to hear that at least one semi-celebrity has the brains to find a mate who has more going for her than looks and the ability to find a stylist that can dress her. It sounds like you were impressed with her before you knew who she was dating. There came a time when the risk of remaining tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin. | |
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THIS is the quality I envy most in others and wish, pray, to have more of.
THIS is the quality I lack.
The ability to stay strong, not lose my cool, and persevere, even when I am far outnumbered.
I wish this quality for my daughter. Given that I am not dead, I wish for more of it in my late years. ( I am now 52). There came a time when the risk of remaining tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin. | |
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99% of my posts are ironic. Maybe this post sides with the other 1%. | |
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I feel better now. RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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