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16:34 Nov 20 2010
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Ugh. Sinus infection, must we really make everything have the after tatse of mucus?
Yes. Yes, you do.
06:02 Nov 20 2010
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When I am sick, I feel so dirty and unclean all the time. To the point where I generally take 3 to 4 showers a day just to try to cleanse myself of that horrible feeling. The hot steam also works marvolous wonders on my sinuses too.
I actually felt my sinus pop my last shower and the release of backed up pressure.
And is it just me or does being sick give the worst aftertaste imaginable after every single meal?
04:44 Nov 20 2010
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I can create an AVATAR character now!!
For some reason, this pleases me greatly.
All images in this photo are stock and are not mine personally
Thinking again...04:31 Nov 20 2010
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I wonder if I shoved two tampons up my nose if they would suck up all the congestion in there.
04:19 Nov 20 2010
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People need to surround themselves with love and support when they are at their lowest time; especially when it’s your own family member.
Today, I had the joy of taking a family member out to WalMart and buying her some clothes and helping improve her self confidence in her time of depression. Am I writing this for praise or congratulations for my good deed? No. Because this feeling on the inside is enough praise and joy that I could ever need. Sometimes I forget what sharing and giving really means. I get to the point where I think donating 5 bucks here or there is enough and lower my head and pretend not to hear when people volunteering call out for help. I get selfish and cruel.
Today, seeing the joy and pure emotion in my niece’s eyes helped remind me of how I’ve been acting and the person I want to be. How I want my daughter to see me. What better way is there to raise my child to be a good person than by example?
18:00 Nov 19 2010
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So I woke up this morning feeling like I got used as a speed bump for Truck Stops of America. :(
03:29 Nov 19 2010
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Its nice to know that some people on here have enough common sense to say enough is enough.
Time to let the drama go (this will be my last post on the topic) and carry on with our lives. Honestly, I have to worry about people's butts more than the ones on here.
Want to see absolutely beautiful art? Check out this this VR member. She does a beautiful job of capturing the human body.
02:31 Nov 19 2010
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We bitch about someone posting their ass on VR but yet, we let a thread about licking go completely unnoticed.
Wow. Just wow.
I agree01:32 Nov 19 2010
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People have their own way of expressing themselves. No two people are exactly the same in how they take pride in themselves, even if they are dressed exactly the same.
I am rude and mean at moments. I have my fun and move on to the next victim, but one thing I can say about myself so far, I've yet to actually point the finger on an individual on this site so far.
How bad is this getting that its the talk of everyone on VR so far? People coming together to hate and joke on a person for their... scene of confidence, to be poilet. Do I agree with it? Not personally. Its not my style. But that's just it, its not my style. Its hers. While I may not agree with it, it doesn't give me any right to be a complete donkey to her about it.
After reading several (and I do mean several) journals on this matter, I agree more with the people saying, "Get over it" instead of pointing the finger.
Remember, when you point a finger, you have three pointing back at you. (Not counting the thumb)
23:52 Nov 18 2010
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I've never seen some people so desperate for stalkers in all my life.
Oh, PLEASE add me as a friend even though I have no earthly idea who you are and have no interest in talking to you. Also, plleeasse be my stalker. Its so cool to know every single time I log in and how long I was online. Everyone is doing it.
I feel like I need to create an "Above the Influence" commercial. :)
Update02:09 Nov 18 2010
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My husband works for a company that assists will Wal-Mart construction and so that means I get to know all the juicy details of Wal-Mart evil workings.
One of those evil workings is the registers. The second is their power to keep things from making the news.
1.) Wal-Mart registers cost $10,000.00 dollars A PIECE. Even the cute U-Scan stations. And only 4 out of 30 are open at any given time. 2 out of 30 when the holidays are in flow blown action...
Bleh.
2.) With the little infant left in the restroom the other day, that will never make the news. No one will know about it other than rumors and no one will ever know if the woman that abandoned her child will be caught and judged accordingly for her wrongs. Why? Because Wal-Mart does want to lose face with something that they didn't even have any control over.
Pfft.
Huh?01:12 Nov 18 2010
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I am a little confused.
Okay, there is a sweet section made just for rating on my profile. Its got this cute rate bar and nice place to even type a message.
Why am I getting inbox messages of "I rated you" along with a big ass stamp?
I promise I am always checking my Dashboard and looking at my rates. I will see you nicely made stamp where it belongs- in my ratings.
I don't know whether to completely ignore it, be rude, or say thanks.
You, underaged girl showing off your enormous breasts22:46 Nov 17 2010
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If I was your mother...
I probably, just probably wouldn't claim you.
Facebook Talk17:55 Nov 17 2010
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One of my girls from Wal-Mart last night posted on her facebook the news about the infant child from my earlier post.
One person:
FROM A NEWS CHANNEL 7 REPORTER.....THE WOMAN HAD A MIS-CARRIAGE.....IT'S A SHAME THAT YOU ALL JUMPED TO CONCLUSIONS WITHOUT KNOWING THE WHOLE STORY.
What? Are you stupid?
She LEFT the baby in a toilet. No help for it. No yelling for someone to call 911. She dropped it off and left, getting herself medical assistance (I'm sure) and not any for her child.
Jumping to conclusions.....
Ugh.
The comment under hers from a personal friend:
Oh please God tell me you are not in any way taking up for this woman. I pray to God I never have to suffer through a miscarriage but if I did I would NEVER under any circumstance leave my CHILD that I carried inside me for months in a pub...lic restroom toliet. She left her dead baby in a toliet like a turd that wouldn't flush, cleaned herself up, and walked out of that store like nothing happened. I have no sympathy for that pathetic excuse for a woman at all. And imagine that poor person who found that baby. There is no "jumping to conclusions" she deserves to be in jail.
Ugh.
((This story still hasn't been on the news yet, by the way. I have NO IDEA where that woman heard her facts but it wasn't on the news))
03:49 Nov 17 2010
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I am the type of person that watches the news and it doesn't overly bother me. I've come to accept that the world is a horrible place that is full of pain and untolorance. Crying isn't going to change it. Wishing that I could raise my daughter in a perfect world isn't going to change it. Even praying isn't going to change it because God gave us the choice of how we want to live our lives; and people won't change unless the want too.
Today, however... I cried. I am bothered. I am shaken.
A woman gave birth to a premature child at the local Wal-Mart in the bathroom stall and left her baby there. The baby passed away. I was there when it happened with some girlfriends for a "Mommy's Night". A cop and the store manager walked by us, at the time we were unaware of what happened, and talked about getting a scooper of some kind to get the bodily fluids. Then an old friend of mine that worked at the store told us the story when we ran into him...
All I could do was grip my child and kiss her with complete love and the feeling of being grateful that she's here with me.
A little child that never asked to be here or even got to breathe her/his first breath was left today. No one cried for her/him. No one stood beside her/him and prayed. No one was there at all in her/his last moments. And when someone finally came across the little one... she/he was talked about like a thing, not a tiny human being.
The feeling in my heart and soul has left me with no thoughts or emotions. I feel numb from it all. I also feel humbled, if that makes sense. I feel humbled because God gave me a family that I wake up to each morning and share the greatest love and faith I've ever known.
18:44 Nov 16 2010
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Why is it that everyone complains about housework?
Its like bitching about a job.
Stupid job that gives me money so I can go out and buy that new Hello Kitty purse I've always wanted. How DARE they make me work for their money.
Might as well get used to it and carry on about your day. Its always going to be there. ALWAYS. When you make a home- its one of the "joys" you get. Just think about it this way- Its a consistant routine of every day life. Each day is so unpredictable, except your home. Everyday there will be laundry and dirty dishes. Toys on the floor in you have kids and sweeping and mopping. I take solience in it myself. Its something that I can do alone and gather my thoughts and relax from a hectic day.
Lesson Objective02:33 Nov 16 2010
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When you don't like someone- don't downrate them. What good are you really doing?
Possible thought process:
"Gawd, I hate that person so I am going to go to their profile and rate them a 1 and leave a mean comment because I don't care what they think of me and want them to know they aren't bothering me."
Well, smarty pants:
You obviously care what they think of you. Its bothering you to the point where you need to go to their profile and let them know.
Clue: Kill them with kindness. If you don't act like an anal clown like them, they will leave you alone.
On a side note:
I just totally put up my christmas tree already. :) I know its just a ...tad.... bit early but we need a little holiday cheer in my house. It gives me such a warm feeling going through all my decorations and remembering the moments I got them. See, I haven't bought a since Christmas decoration for my home and I have enough to choke an elf. All my trinkets were passed down from family over the years- even the tree itself. :) It brings that warm cozy feeling of home and love.
Night night00:46 Nov 16 2010
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Gentle whispers,
Giggles held in.
Shadows casted created from a world within.
Shh's muttered,
To a fearless army of soft creatures.
A silent creak of bare feet on the floor stop unbalancing,
When a figure passes the door.
Do you know I can see you?
The little crack in your door,
When you think I am not looking,
I explore your secret world.
Sweet little child,
My precious little girl.
Your night time adventures,
Leave me breathless from your endless imagination.
Under your covers,
A flashlight in head.
20 or more stuffed animals positioned carefully on your bed.
How can I get onto you when its time for bed;
When I walk in on your adventure and you give me a guilty grin?
Night little baby.
Dream in your sleep.
Keep this beautiful innocence.
Dont let the world take it too soon from your tight little grip.
Colors04:50 Nov 15 2010
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Remember all the little fashions of high school? The little need to fit in with whatever crowd you wanted to make an impression in.
(Yes, even you loners were a group so don't give me that "I was original, bullshit.)
I always seemed to fit into that geeky misfit crowd. I always talked to loud, giggled too much, sang all the time, and knew exactly what not to say to improve a person's day. My personality made me someone that people liked to be around and get a good laugh with (sometimes at), but never to offically be part of the "clan."
It was the peace of not being labled except by an "outcast" that made high school so much fun for me. I got to experience all the drama, but not the consequence of keeping an image.
I wanted to much to fit in with the cliche of high school back then and tried so hard that, in the end, I was too scared of being regected for my efforts to actually call myself on of "them." Whoever "they" were at the time.
I was the Artistic Dweller. Everyone knew my name for it and after a while, I was okay with that. I could beat my drum merrily with everyone else's in a perfectly chaotic racket that didn't stand out too much for me to be kicked out of the band.
Ah. To be old and remember the "golden" days. And all this stemed from a song that was very popular in my high school days- "Colors" by Crossfade.
03:28 Nov 15 2010
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When something doesn't go according to plan in life; stop bitching about it and try to take it all in stride.
In case you haven't heard it yet : A hard head makes for a soft ass.
P.S.-- Dear guy trying to sell a house,
When selling a house, here are some key points you may want to remember with your next potential buyers:
1.) That the house is freaking gutted like a fish. It’s not "retro" to walk into a house that doesn't have walls.
2.) Its also not "urban" to walk into a kitchen where the ceiling is falling in, cabinets are beyond repair, and the canned food there had... was that mold? I'm not Bear Grylls.
3.) It may be just me but isn't insulation supposed to be pink? Why is your white? Don't you know that is mold build up? Thank you for allowing me to bring my child into that environment. I feel the need to soak in bleach now.
(Aren’t you a doctor? Why are you sitting on the furniture in that house and allowing your offspring to touch everything?)
4.) The house has no walls, no ceiling, a freaking community of nasty little microscopic bacteria killers in once bright pink insulation.... don't tell me that the mortgage is 1500 a month and we have to pay for the repairs as well.
Whatever it is that you are smoking, I need a serious hit off it because that shit is working good.
Also, don't bring your whole litter of rude, nosey, and opinionated children. I am trying to raise mine correctly and I don't need her thinking that it’s okay to be a disrespectful little brat. If I actually wanted that deadly huddle of 2x4s nailed together you were trying to sell, your kids cost you the deal.
/shove
00:23 Nov 12 2010
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I'm bisexual but married, so no thx.
Really? I like cherries but not red fruit.
See how what we said made absolutley no sense?
When?23:53 Nov 11 2010
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What happened to that time of warmth and peace in the chillest time of year? What happened to to togetherness and helping hands in our community in a time where so many people are having to suffer without?
When I was a child; Autumn was the single most inviting and welcoming season. Just as the trees changed from their emerald glory to a majestic, awe-inspiring fire of colors: So did the people. The hussle and bussle of Summer was finally gone and people were coming home to settle back into the groove of school, work, and life. Communites were getting back on track and everyone was grateful to be home with their neighbors. Everyone embraced the holidays and each other.
Back when Halloween wasn't sacreligous because it taught children to be satan worshippers.
Back when Thanksgiving was about giving and sharing with our families and that other family down the street that was having a hard time.
Growing up removed those rosed-colored glasses quick. Suddenly, Halloween means you "love" satan. (which is complete bullshit) Even simple trick-or-treating is about to be banned like a San Fransisco McDonald's happy meal.
Thanksgiving just means Black Friday is around the corner and "fantastic savings" are in store if you feel like risking your life for an I-Pod.
And Christmas, the warmest holiday in the coldest time of the year, is about who gave what gift that cost the most money. Lord help us is some little brat didn't get their "Barbie Fantasy Car with matching Shoes."
The feeling is gone. Sure, some communites are keeping the spirit and many families haven't forgotten just yet. I know mine hasn't nor will I ever let my daughter think different of what these coming holidays really mean.
If we, as parents, don't teach our kids the pure joy of families coming together... who is?
Really, its our fault that the world is coming to what it is now. We stopped caring somewhere along the path.
Love22:59 Nov 11 2010
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Seeing someone sleep is so intimate. Being able to look at them with no barriars or the worry of making them feel uncomfortable feels like I am a little child again sneeking into my parent's bedroom and listening to their conversations. Naughty and comforting.
And its just so damn cute seeing him drool too. ^.^
((That's how you know you are sleeping good and deep. Remember when you would fall asleep in school and wake up with drool all over your face and desk? Yeah, it was embrassing, but was also the best dang nap you've ever had in 4th period too.))
So that isn't enough?19:36 Nov 11 2010
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Remember that entry about how people just think its totally cool to be called a whore?
Is it not enough to be refered to one that now you actually want to been seen as one?
Oh yeah, everyone calls me a whore. Its cool though because they're my bitches and we down like that. They just call me a whore because I am always dating someone different and party like a wild animal. They ain't really isulting me.
Certain people shouldn't be allowed to breed.
Stick a hotdog in it18:40 Nov 11 2010
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Yes, I can see you horny old man. Sitting in your car and undressing me with your eyes as I unload my grocery and daughter from the grocery cart.
How about next time you keep your eyes off my ass because running into the back of that Ford pickup truck was anything but flattering on your behalf.
I know I am so beautiful that it hurts sometimes, but hurting other people with my beauty? Hm.. maybe this would be a good excuse to get my little girl's daddy to do the shopping.
I can see it now:
Myself: But honnneey, I am dangerous in public. This face is a lethal weapon against the old and horny!
Him: Lethal? You walking outside when you wake up in the morning is what I call a lethal face.
............bastard.
Son of a bleeping bleepen bleep18:29 Nov 11 2010
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I am so fustrated right now that I could kick a kitten over the state line.
/kick
0.o
17:04 Nov 10 2010
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"Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff."
I wonder if your mother regrets not swallowing you.
Grateful16:23 Nov 10 2010
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I've been making a lot of sarcastic journals these past two days. Sometimes, Its nice to remember the things that makes you smile too.
Like waking up in the morning and having to sun shine in golden rays on my bedroom floor. The smell of freshly made coffee wafting up the stairs like a sweet spring breeze. And to top it all off, a little dark curly haired beauty under my arms, snuggled tightly to my breast like an infant with the cutest dribble of drool running from her mouth to my sheets.
But don't worry. Just because I am in a good mood doesn't mean I still won't enjoy busting your balls.
Point?16:06 Nov 10 2010
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I've been reading tons of profiles and journals here and I am quiet confused about some of them.
I am blah blah blah and totlly taken. Don't talk to me if you want to flirt cuz you get your ass kicked by blah blah blah and dont talk to me unless you have something interesting to say.
1.) Making threats "totlly" makes me want to talk to you.
2.) I am over 600 miles away. Making threats about kicking my ass is really going to impair my sleeping at night.
3.) Usually when people start talking to the first time, it's going to be a little boring. Mainly because that's when you start learning about each other and the relationship progresses from there. Expecting a couple lines about how awesome you are and how amazing you think you should be to get your attention just shows you're needy.
Its unflatering.
Should I pay you?19:46 Nov 09 2010
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When did being called a whore become... "cool?"
Define: Whore
(noun) 1. a woman who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse, usually for money; prostitute; harlot; strumpet.
Great way to "rise" up my fellow ladies. Rosa Parks, Jackie O., the women who fought for us to vote... they would be so proud that they accomplished so much for us to called each other whores.
/clap.
I was warned18:34 Nov 09 2010
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Being a friend means holding your tounge when you do favors; like going to pick up someone from their family while they get last minute preparations ready.
In this case, their uncle is gabbing on and on... and on....and on.
So, while he gibbers, I'll sit quietly and nod frequently while I secretly answer my own questions.
You are really unaware of how annoying your voice really is?
Nod.
I wonder if I pull the car over... could I shove your body in the trunk by myself?
Nod.
shut up. Shut Up. SHUT UP.
Nod.
Dolt14:30 Nov 09 2010
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From a family dinner:
Even voting without knowing the candidates and what they stand for it better than not voting at all!
Wrong. When uninformed on politics, please don't affect other people that actually care with your stupidity. Voting to just be able to play with the touch screen monitor or get the liitle
I voted! sticker is about at pointless at shoving a metal fork in a light socket.
Actually, that would have made more sense for you to do that day instead of voting for someone who's name you though was "prettier sounding."
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