besides this Coors that I am enjoying..this is too...however...I have of this stuff..so I why bother. But hey, I thought I would pass it along.
Google Pack
night
Google Pack
night
I think some planning is in order
I am bad at it
everything is a million miles away
I am bad at it
everything is a million miles away
Pills
What happened to Ariel Sharon happened to my grandfather.
I am very annoyed today....you're up to something
kacie:
thanks for the comment! finally getting some friends to chat to about SG! 
thanks
thanksHere is a question for whoever decides to read this...what do you do to seize the day?
well I didn't go to work this morning...didn't even give them a warning. I feel bad about it...why?..because I'm getting older.
I did an end of the year thingy on my livejournal...link is on my profile
the1nonly:
what's that all about???
well I was gonna put some LastFm thing up...can't get it to work....oh well.
So I dissected why I analyze and why I need to spend time by myself some days. It always takes awhile to sort things out. Here is the deal, I never finish anything. I am missing the sense of accomplishment. I don't know what it feels like to have a finished product. I don't know how to stop being lazy. I like comfort. I like...
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corkscrew:
I'm the same way. Have you heard of Punk Rock Xmas?
Feat. The Dickies, The Ramones, Fear, The Damned, Stiff Little Fingers, El Vez, Pansy Division, & more, all singing (mostly) fucked up Holiday songs. I highly recommend it.
Feat. The Dickies, The Ramones, Fear, The Damned, Stiff Little Fingers, El Vez, Pansy Division, & more, all singing (mostly) fucked up Holiday songs. I highly recommend it.
evanx:
Click one of 'em. They are from Last.FM, where you can download a plug-in for your music player and it generates them. It's fun. 
I am feeling sick right now. Being all stuffed up and achy didn't stop me from getting a last minute gift. I grabbed a roll of TP before I left to wipe away the slim that is draining. Now let me tell you, nothing is worse than smelling roasted mucus rags on the floor, with the heater blasting.