Jasmine smells so good

This smooth, relaxed singing style really sounds weird, like a cross between a lounge singer and a stoned hippie.

I found a website that delivers food (grocery) within the city.

Thank God I live in the age of the internet. It isn't that I am lazy, it's that our transit is terrible, and so crowded, you're lucky if you can carry grocery bags on the trains or bus without it spilling or someone stepping on it.

My hero of the month:  Rex Power Colt.  He's such a manly man.

i want to take some time off. A lot of time off. Pure tranquility.....

I think it time for a new version of this topic!

i should do (CENSORED) more often. I feel great.

Uh, i feel so weak. If i fall over in a couple of minutes, i won't be surprised afterwards. I love it. It makes me sleepy and weak, but also euphoric and numb at the same time, probably thanks to it interacting with something else i need. I have passed out from this before.....

It's pretty bad when a public bus driver tells you that you need to work on your drivers license lol.

Today was such a "Monday", I completely sucked at work today. *Sigh* Now I don't feel like cooking.

Our county paper only comes out three times a week, usually there are 5-10 obits in each one, especially the Sunday edition, but I noticed today that Sunday's paper said "No obituaries" in the box where they were usually initially listed on the front page. Just seemed odd with several nursing homes, mediocre hospital and the criminals we have.

Ugh, Westboro Baptist Church is coming to my state soon to protest same-sex marriage becoming legal here. I hope there's counter-protestors. . . 

I didn't pass out last night. I am feeling very weak though.

Amuro Namie's album 'Break the Rules' is actually better than I thought it'd be. Glad I chose it now.

I wish magic was real.

Quote from: Edge on July 23, 2013, 09:49:01 AM
I wish magic was real.

I would so enlist at the mages guild and learn how to summon daedra and how to fortify charm. "Hello, can i have this iphone for free?" "I love you, you're marvellous, have the whole store!"
or
how about the ability to summon Haskill, the servant of Sheogorath as my servant. Hehe.

Listen, Learn, Read On (is the title of an awesome song by Deep Purple. It opens the album "The Book Of Taliesyn and invokes images of some weird cult in my mind)

In ages past when spells were cast
In a time of men in steel
When a man was taught no special thing
It was all done by feel

So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn

Hear the song of lovely Joan
Her sound so sweet and clear
In the courtroom of the King
Among children and the peers

So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn

     "Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn,
      on the foaming beach of the ocean,
      in the day of trouble,
      I shall be of more service to thee
      than three hundred salmon..."

The hare he bounds across the page
Past castles white and fair
Past dreaming chessmen on their boards
With a fool's mate as a snare

So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn

     "Three times I have been born
      I know this from meditation..."

The bird he flies the distance
From pages two to six
Past minstrels in their boxes
To the waters of the Styx

So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn

Don't take the pictures lightly
Listen to their sound
For from their coloured feeling
Experience is found

So listen, so learn, so read on
You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn

     "All the sciences of the world are collected in my breast,
      for I  know  what  has  been,  what is  now,
      and  what  hereafter  will occur..."

I love Susans.  There are many sites out there but none like this one.

There's an evil prince sitting in the corner of my room eating a still steaming pig. He showed me his wood carvings earlier and i must say, his carving style is well-rehearsed. I told him so and he stood up and shouted like the deranged wild-man fischer wannabe he is: "ALL MEN BE CURSED! ALL MEN BE CURSED!" And on my bed lies a sinister little midget with a bucket and a mop, right next to where the blood goes down the drain. Who are they? Are they crazy? Are they sainted? Are they zeros someone painted? And it is stinking so bad in my room, the stones outside are chokin and weeping greenish drops. The flies are all green and buzzing too in my dungeon of despair. And there is slime and rot and rats and snot and vomit on my floor and there are fifty ugly soldiers holding spears by my cupboard door.

Susans looks wider lol