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1. Getting over you,N..almost, actually.
2. My friend's friend is coming over at our house, she has toxic goiter
3. Lunch is tuna in coconut cream and sauteed radish.
4. Ready to let go!
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1. "In a hole in the ground there lived one crazy hermit, with silver beard a mile long, having his tea."
2. "I love, I hurt, I cry in one vicious cycle but that ain't no matter."3. "After dark the rain began to fall again, the shadows enveloping the church steeple, the moonlight on the roof finally succumbing."4. "Several hundred hungry slaves are slowly dying, chained from the hold of the Spanish galleon."5. "There was a hand in the darkness, and it slowly creeps up into the light."6. "Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, and the brave."7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to visiting my sis, tomorrow my plans include doing the laundry, cleaning my room, chat with a couple of friends and Sunday, I want to visit St. Claire's Convent!~~~~~~~~
HAPPY FRIDAY, YA ALL!!!
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I gave up coffee and cigarettes I hate to say it hasn’t helped me yet I thought my problems would just dissipate And all my pain would be in yesterday I poured my booze all down the kitchen drain And watched my bad habits get flushed away I thought that that would keep my head on straight And all my pain would be in yesterday But it’s true I’m still blue But I finally know what to do I must quit, I must quit, you I thought that if I didn’t go and play The sadness would get bored and go away I thought that if I didn’t go astray That all my pain would be in yesterday But it’s true I’m still blue But I finally know what to do I must quit, I must quit, you I sold my guitar and my piano I thought that it was these that kept me low I thought if only I could try and change That all my pain would be in yesterday But it’s true I’m still blue But I finally know what to do I must quit, I must quit, you I must quit, I must quit, you
We promise according to our hopes, and perform according to our fears.
~Francois duc de la Rochefoucauld
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-- Robert Frost
