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Name: Elly
Birthday: 10/16/1977
Gender: Female
Interests: I've had an interest in pirates and the caribbean BEFORE the movie. Mythology and egypt. Physics. Astronomy. Movies. Music. Cars. Bikes. Mechanics. Art. oh yes...and FOOD! FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD.
Expertise: Causing trouble.Living through hell.Cake. mm. Cake.
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/13/2004
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| learning to let go is always important. The thing is, when we become fixated on unimportant things, we tend to forget about the things that really matter.
Take me for example. My mind is adrift in memories and what I think it will take to make me happy. Yes..I do wish my Dad was here. More than anything I'd love to hear his voice, because quite honestly I forget what he sounds like. Isn't that strange? Did you ever think you could take for granted the sound of someones voice? Whenn someone is yelling at you, and youre angry or frustrated, in that moment can we pause and just listen to the voice in hope sof recording it for playback when we need it? I dont know how possible it is to set aside those emotions in that moment, but we should.
The things to make us happy tend to be very simple. A place to live, family support, tender moments with your sig other. Where I am staying right now is in Deep Cove, a small town with a big view. Its comfortable and relaxed, and now I can trim the fat and focus on what I need and want to make my life comeplete.
I can begin to slip into that christmasy mode, adn let myself get carried away with the joy and love this season is supposed to bring. And it's time for me to start humming my favourite Christmas carol, Good King Wenceslas.
Alright, time to relax on the balcony witha cup of java and the crisp frosty air biting at my nose hairs.
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| I don't have it too rough by others standards.
I live with Spiros parents to save on rent.
I get tons of help raising Ian.
I......I..........................................................
come on.
I have no privacy. I had to give away one of my cats. I am forced into the craziest situation that i cannot even talk about because its too damn crazy. My goals are diluted, my head is cloudy, and the rain never stops. People think this is a small price to pay for free rent and help raising a child.
But these are not my parents, and I am reminded daily of that. My immediate family is broken up and scattered, from heaven to Ontario (onterrible rather) My only consolation happens once a year. Its christmas. The one time where i can relive my happiest memories over and over, and surround myself in those smells and lights and warm fuzzies that we got during christmas. I get to remember my Dad, and pretend that in my head my family is perfect and my life is a photograph. This year I get to shower my little Ian with all these warm fuzzies too!
But somehow, this year, I feel like I am grasping at a fleeting memory...like the blanket i used to wrap myself in has now worn thin, and I am straining to make it work for me.
Is it sad that this is all I have, annually? Faux trees and bright lights?
I feel sick.
Sick and sad...and empty. Where did you go, God?
Still At least i have my blanket, and while it is thin, it is still there and working somewhat. I can at least hold on to that.
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My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grady
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise.
(i did not write this)
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| She is malevolent in every way, putting on that sugar sweet mask of deception. Little candied lies fall from her mouth, peppering her true intentions with an unsullied confusion. How sad it is that people know this, yet she thinks her wit is the chinese wall. Foxy girl! Do you not yet understand that we can see behind that smile? Or are you so tangled up in what you desire that it doesnt matter to you? It matters to me, and you will never get past my guards. Ever at arms reach you will never creep in the way you have before. I cannot see your mask anymore, only the ugly truth that hides underneath.
You, my dear, are everything I despise in humanity.
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| Will someone please explain to me why americans dont want standard health care?
Cuz they don't want to help out fellow man? Those immigrants don't deserve it. Those hookers dont deserve it. etc etc.
you have no idea how important it is for people to have proper health care, regardless of their "class"
Yes you have to pay some, and yes you have others piggybacking on you, but you do not have the right as a human being to deny them basic care. If you pay for them SO BE IT.
my god...you have people donating money to 3rd world countries but FUCK fellow americans.
i'm just baffled.
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