angelxrotten

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
Without my stir.
Macbeth act 1, scene 3.

Been a few days since I had anything to say so I'm just going to update for the sake of updating.

I'm not exactly sure what's wrong with the world today. It would seem as if everyone has gone completely mad.

What the Federal Government is trying to achieve, I have no idea. i hate all this "wiretapping" crap but I read in the paper...
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this is a test of the Google spell checker, not as good as the apple system spell checker as it uses the same spell checker that I am already used to, but still. not such a bad thing.

What do you know, The Steelers won.
I suppose I should admit that my issue is not with the team, but rather with some of the fans. i 'm not a kid ... I've been around a while and I clearly remember steelers football when i was young.

Remember the onslaught of marketing around the time of the fourth super-bowl win? remember the terrible brick?...
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what the Pittsburgh Steelers lack ...

Americans LOVE football. We as a whole have not embraced soccer. i suppose that's more of a European sport in our eyes. We like Hockey and we used to pass the time enjoying nine innings of baseball.

We as a spectator society don't really get into classic athletics unless we have family participating in some kind of competition or...
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Prayer of St. Francis
Lord make me an instrument of your peace.
where there is hatred, let me sow in love.
where there is injury: pardon
where there is doubt: faith
where there is despair: hope
where there is darkens: light
where there is sadness: joy

Oh Divine Master, grant that I may
not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be...
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Yeah.
New Pic. New Journal Entry. I'm much more powerful now. in fact you could say i am Lithium Ion ... but not Lithium Picnic. Oh well. I suppose we can't all have talent and a good eye.

Look, here's how its gotta be. either my team mates are my team mates or they are not on my team. I mean really, we all have...
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... and inevitably the morning did come. She hung limply from the edge of his bed with one arm over the side so that her fingers could trace endless meaningless patterns in the pile of the dull gray carpet. The color of the carpeting was equally meaningless in its absolute neutrality and that caused her contemplate an overwhelming feeling that her existence had somehow also...
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