Today is Tuesday. I did not, in fact, hate yesterday. I had a rather good day actually. When you think about it in terms of wearing socks, that actually makes perfect sense. TODAY I am not terribly fond of. In fact ... I could prank it to death with a large fish and feel quite daisily about it.
You heard me. Daisily is the truest form of flattery.
Hunger is like a cardboard box; you never really know when the fire is going to start.
I am not 100% certain I am comfortable with some events as they develop. They remind me a bit of chariots, and we all know from Gladiator that chariots hurt. Members of an inner circle be perplexing to watch circle each other. As long as they are both peons and not lions, however, the toast might be perfectly frenched. But should ferocity and frenchness be an issue that steers the snowplow, then the waterlogged pancakes that result could cause problems for the weather over the next 7 days. Back to you, Bob.
To open, I would just like to say I'm sorry, I'm hungry, and thank you for the letter "platypus."
Picking a House *what they don't tell you*
13 years ago
3 comments:
This made absolutely no sense.
that really hurts.. and the funny think is i know exactly what you are saying. And it makes me mad!
yay for blogging!
and yeah, i was trying to think of a name and that was the first thing to come to mind . . . it ranks up there with raoul as one of my favorites ever. :)
and of course no one--israeli or palestinian--would ever settle for that . . . but it really seems the most reasonable thing to do (to me, anyway).
but considering the status quo, a religiously organized state in which the palestinians have little to no civil rights, i think they deserve a country of their own. especially considering they were the ones living there in the majority when europe decided to give their land to the jews because they felt bad.
basically, everyone has a fair claim to the land. perhaps the REAL best solution would be blowing it up so no one can have it. :)
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