Walkin' with you in a winter's snow Kissin' underneath the mistletoe People smiling everywhere we go It's Christmas Eve and they can see we're in love Ooh, you make the season bright With the lights reflected in your eyes All my dreams are comin' true tonight It's Christmas Eve and I can see we're in love
Dave - Stick to the Perimeter! Ignore the call of the CHEESE TOASTIES and other highly processed carbs that scream out from the aisle in between! LOL :) ::whip crack::
Tim - ::LMAO @ Dave:: In other words, don't go to market. There's nothing there for you but plastic-wrapped love-handles and and greasy bags full of self-loathing and crippling depression.
"As long as it kills", wow. Let me ask you something, will the stories you have to tell be in the format of a dramatic re-enactment or interpretive dance?
I have tried to arrange the cats, but they refuse to wear the foil, mind-control hats I made for them, so... lost cause. So much for dominion over the lesser species.
That's the problem with becoming an adult. Your eyes open up to the world, the great, big, sucky world full of previously unimagined horrors and stress.
That thought seems so far beyond ridiculous that I don't even know where it would be located. The Twilight Zone maybe, but somehow even there seems too rational a place to find such a thought.
First, you have to gather the necessary materials. You need flint to spark the flame and kindling to keep it burning.
You also need to find a hearth or a cave to protect the fire, so that the outside world doesn't extinguish it, that the rain doesn't drown it, that the wind doesn't blow it out.
Then, if your fire burns bright enough, like a beacon in the night, someone will find you... then you can share your smores.
There is no way in Hell that anyone on the production team would ever let Sarah Jane Smith die. To do so would incite wide-spread, real-world violence, homicide and suicide among fans.
PISCES (FEB. 19-MARCH 20): You won't serve time in Hell for the bombs you'll drop this week, but neither will you rack up any Brownie points in the Book of Judgment. So I guess your best motivation for doing what you're going to do will be for the sheer fun of it, for the righteous mischief, for the entertainment value of seeing everyone you encounter get flung up into the air by the tremors you send coursing through the Earth beneath their feet.
No. The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it's a world, or a relationship... Everything has its time. And everything ends.
I think politics has the tremendous possibility to be positive and the ability to affect real change... as long as it doesn't involve any people in the process whatsoever.
I may be bald. I may have shiny skin and skinny arms. I may be a stone overweight. If you can't see passed that, to who I am, then I don't need you in my life.
That which we hide from haunts us. That which we run from reins us. That which we avoid creates a void in us. That which we clutch has a hold on us. BUT that which we allow to flow leaves us forever free.
And I've had my heart beaten down But I always come back for more, yeah There's nothing like love to pull you up When you're lying down on the floor there
Je trouverai des langages pour chanter tes louanges Je ferai nos bagages pour d'infinies vendanges Les formules magiques des marabouts d'Afrique J'les dirai sans remords pour que tu m'aimes encore
I will find the languages to sing your praises I will pack our bags for infinite voyages Magic spells from African priests I will say them without remorse for you to love me again
"Pour que tu m'aimes encore". D'eux. Céline Dion. 1995.