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That's an awesome effort, I'm really impressed by that. Just seems all the good people are you or around you

foa it will all be ok as long as you give me all your passwords and credit card numbers.

Just trust me on this.

I've gotten a fair share of those. I felt pretty stupid, too, but there's not really any way you can tell unless you email them

Did they want you to help out a Nigerian Prince? Do it, they're rich!

Nice! You'll get an interview, keep up the initiative. Retail is hell, and I should know.

Yeah, I don't know why that is.

Originally Posted by Raistlin

Boobs.

Helpful. Another friend actually has that covered.

Men, if you were 14 and undergoing chemo, what would you want?

Boobs.

I know what you mean about the livejournal thing. Every now and then I'll stop posting in it for a whole year, then come back and go "oh ew this blog is terrible" and delete all of my entries but maybe four entries and then make a new post. Also that is scary about your vagina. I was lucky enough when I was in Florida that there was a Women's Health Clinic in town that would check that kind of thing out for me for just five bucks. Which reminds me, I need to see if there's something like that here 'cause I'm on my last pack of the pill.

Don't worry, everyone needs to rant sometimes. <3

Working retail has largely (though not entirely) ruined Christmas for me. It's awful. D:

You'll go back to school. You promised.
If I were the kid, I'd want the shirt. Having never had that disease, I can't say for sure he would. I think he'd like it.

4b.) People don't love spaghetti that much. If it were cake then they'd probably be more interested. All you can eat cake. Now THAT sounds good.

4.) Build a moat inside your vagina. PROBLEM SOLVED.

5.) Feeling and being are two different things, but you know that.

I'd cry too.

Originally Posted by ShlupQuack

I think it's cute.

Whatever happened to Hank & Dean? also you would. Ught.

I think it's cute.

then there was teh time I was brushing my teeth and one came up out of the faucet next to my face.

I smashed it with the drain.

In the dorms, I was having a slightly inebriated pee before bed, and one of those smurfers ran right under my feet.

I was pretty cool about the state of dorm bathroom floors' cleanliness, but I kept my feet up for a few weeks after that.

I remember when I was packing up my dorm, I moved my room mate's bean bag to get junk out from under my bed, and OMG CENTIPEDE! It was one of those long ones that look like an ugly brown friendship bracelet and then you get closer to pick it up and omg that is not a bracelet. It was totally dead, but I still freaked out. And I worried that there might be more under the bed! So I check and I mistake a pile of confetti left from Halloween (it's May?!) for a pile of centipedes. A large pile of centipedes

So did you take my advice? Make it happen. Become an Argonaut.

Also, I'm really considering buying you some prosthetic balls for Christmas. Or maybe a camel spider.

Originally Posted by Martyr

I was in a bad mood one day when I was painting these apartments, and, though I usually murder cockroaches with designated old poison or a broom or my steel-toe workboot, I just saw the thing on the wall and thought, "I hate this frikkin place."
I grabbed it like it was a lizard and crushed it in my hand.

I have since become less afraid of the innocuous bastards. I suggest you try it.

oh. .... oh no. Ugh. You touched it with your skin? Brb gonna die.