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Ok, give it some thought ... I'm really looking forward to what you decide. Just don't be afraid of the dark. Just a reminder :D Ohh I know, I know...it's so bloody hard though!! I went through many of their lyrics today but I can't choose...*sigh*...it's just too hard :cry: lol I definitely understand. I'm not sure I could pick my preferred lyric from my favorite band's catalogue. OK, if you decide, let us know ... ... you could also do a list, if that's easier. But if you do that, I'm going to limit you to ... 10. Yep. 10.

That wouldn't be cool if you chose to sniff the glue instead of mend my heart. Oh. Awww! hahaha that would be terrible!! :lol: awwwwwwwwwww poor Richard lol I have this vision of my sitting on one side of a busy city street. Across the traffic, on the opposite sidewalk, stands Noni, bottle of glue in hand, queer smile on her face. At first I'm excited. She's finally come to put my heart back together! For a moment, the pain that's been plaguing me for years dissipates. Anticipation takes over. A large freight truck passes, obscurring my view temporarily. Flashes of colored paint from the truck's side panel artwork give way to the re-vision of Noni. This time her smile is not queer and she's no longer just holding the glue bottle. The pain in my chest shoots back, and I take a step forward to go and convince her of the mistake. "No, Noni!" I would say. "You don't realize what you're going!" But I stop after one step, realizing the traffic is too heavy. Another freight truck passes, but this time my head turns to follow it. To my right I see no intersections, no stop lights. The only thing I see is traffic coming, traffic going. I turn my head to the left: Same thing. Buildings, cars, asphault and traffic. And Noni across the street sniffing away. The tears form in my eyes and I sit on the curb, elbows on my knees as my feet plant themselves in the gutter. My chin in my palms, hands cupped on the sides of my face, I sit and stare at my love sniff, sniff, sniffing away my last chance at a mended heart. Love will never be for me again. My love has chosen the glue over us. Where are the kings horses and kings men when you need them?

Whoa! Well, now that I think about it ... ... I think I'm already enough people's bitch around here. Noni's got me doing yard work all weekend! :D

Definitely. Also, a good pair of jeans goes a long way.

Ok, give it some thought ... I'm really looking forward to what you decide. Just don't be afraid of the dark. Just a reminder :D

If you sniff it, then how is my heart gonna get put back together? That wouldn't be cool if you chose to sniff the glue instead of mend my heart. Oh. I'm getting sad just thinking about it. My, broken hearted, watching V sniff the glue ... feeling the pain well in my chest as she's sniffing away. No. Not cool. Don't do it, Noni.

:lol: You can go ahead and tell me that, if you want. It will be our little thing.

Maybe I was sightly overstating the case. Hopefully G will be happy for her. We need more sibling conbinations on the board. It adds a whole new dimension to the interaction. But perhaps the other sibling gruops can retain from calling each other "ho."

The day of recogning is almost upon us. I just hope Gisela takes it OK.

i guess you're right. *sniff*

Make her stop, J! She can't be allowed to make it! :P

Don't be so abrasive.

Are you fragile too, Ginger?

I was thiking about getting some ice cream today. I couldn't decide on what flavor I wanted. And now I wish I had.

I'm not a big fan of health clubs either. I don't like weight training. I don't like the whole meat market atmosphere. I used to have a membership at a club, but ... ... stuff happened.

Of course, Divide.

No, I know. I didn't say you did.

Los Angeles Kings As I get older, though, I'm less fanatical about my teams. You into sports at all?

Then why you got so much hate, gurly?

So now we're quoting ourself in our posts? Well then.

Maybe I'll take you to a hockey game at some point. I'm an ice hockey fan. It's too bad Chicago's team isn't better.

OK, enough of this talk about what's her face.

I'm not in the shape I'd like to be in, no. I need to start being more active. I used to run a lot, but then .... ... well, stuff happened.

Maybe you will get that ass-kicking you've been asking for. Can you pick me up at O'Hare? See you soon.

If I were comparing myself to Linda, I'd feel inferior to. From what I've heard, Linda is just about the perfect friend.