motivation or self-denial?
to make an archive...or not to make an archive..that is not a question. That was more of a random muttering of Tiffaney's more....unintelligent side so to speak.
erm...hum. I'm kinda out of words today, yes, surprise of the century! I refuse, however to make myself sink to the point of boredom where I give you a play by play of my classes. That's just reliving hell..i mean he ll. There. I didn't swear, you happy? You people have tighter language constrictions than the FCC. No, not KFC.
ahh love . *'suze me while i help myself to the airplane barf bag* People and thier um...what's it called? obsession? no, tantalizing fear of not knowing everybody else's thoughts? no, that's a bit harsh, um..howabout, the wanting to seek the "acknowledgement" of somebody's "significant other"? No, that's a bit off there. Whatabout, "the one's self quest to hunt down somebody's relatively unknown's friend that's more than a friend"?
Woah, Tiff, you're getting cynical and you're only at such a young age. What in heaven's name befell on you today, my jaded, paranoid, and semi-amused fellow being?
Ahhh...sarcasm once again out of hand. Where did that optomistic person inside me go?
*once again, 'suze me while i gag at people's lame attempt to find "true love" before valentine's day.* Yeahhh....
ah. Holidays. You brighten up my day. This is the only one where I can point and still laugh but smirk while I'm doing it. Idiots, eat your heart out.
Haley's Comet - every 75 years
A new millenium - every 1000 years
A person as wonderfully sweet and caring as me turning into somebody even i would hate -- um. 2 days.
Believe in the old saying ANYTHING WORTH DOING IS WORTH DOING BADLY.
to make an archive...or not to make an archive..that is not a question. That was more of a random muttering of Tiffaney's more....unintelligent side so to speak.
erm...hum. I'm kinda out of words today, yes, surprise of the century! I refuse, however to make myself sink to the point of boredom where I give you a play by play of my classes. That's just reliving hell..i mean he ll. There. I didn't swear, you happy? You people have tighter language constrictions than the FCC. No, not KFC.
ahh love . *'suze me while i help myself to the airplane barf bag* People and thier um...what's it called? obsession? no, tantalizing fear of not knowing everybody else's thoughts? no, that's a bit harsh, um..howabout, the wanting to seek the "acknowledgement" of somebody's "significant other"? No, that's a bit off there. Whatabout, "the one's self quest to hunt down somebody's relatively unknown's friend that's more than a friend"?
Woah, Tiff, you're getting cynical and you're only at such a young age. What in heaven's name befell on you today, my jaded, paranoid, and semi-amused fellow being?
Ahhh...sarcasm once again out of hand. Where did that optomistic person inside me go?
*once again, 'suze me while i gag at people's lame attempt to find "true love" before valentine's day.* Yeahhh....
ah. Holidays. You brighten up my day. This is the only one where I can point and still laugh but smirk while I'm doing it. Idiots, eat your heart out.
Haley's Comet - every 75 years
A new millenium - every 1000 years
A person as wonderfully sweet and caring as me turning into somebody even i would hate -- um. 2 days.
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