The whole thing is hopeless.
They’re gonna getcha.
You better run now as long as you can, that’s not paranoid, it’s reasonable.
No use getting up this week, so if I just stay in bed, nobody will bother me with anything.
Ahhh, come on rain drops are not that lethal!
Picture by Randy Pertiet
I really hate to take the subway. So many people around you, demanding at times, rude most of the time.
What’s the point of getting sweaty and tired, if it’s not even in a fun way?
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The Guy: Excuse me, please!
Me: This is preposterous, how dare you?
The Guy: I’m sorry but you …
Me: You shouldn’t ask for trouble.
The Guy: I won’t, I’d just like you to step off my foot.
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I can’t stand people who try to tell me what to do.
Such hypocrites!
If I was lying there on the floor just about to croak, nobody would have even looked in my direction.
But you obviously can not stand where you want without getting bothered.
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Alan Sidney Patrick Rickman – alright that was the poetic part!
You want more? No problem – I got some more good stuff.
Sonnet 130 even if you don’t care about it – the voice is the treat.
I’d say that’s Shakespeare at its best!
Actor, director, genius artist. No doubt, he’s dripping with talent and - probably lots of saliva, too (Fans massively drooling over him all the time).
He’s teaching the world compassion – not only through his numerous charity activities – thanks to Alan, people now feel sorry for dark wizards with no friends.
According to him, he’s a nice guy and doesn’t play bad people – only interesting characters.
Compassion! You see Hans Gruber, The Sheriff of Nottingham, and Judge Turpin are not bad – only seriously misunderstood.
He’s still naughty, though!
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If you’re anything like me you probably torture what you love.
I love my followers!
Yes, that’s right now it’s gettin’ nasty..
I’ve been given another award!
It’s a shock – I know. Don’t panic! There are good news, too.
This will be the last one, for two reasons:
1) I’m tired of receiving orange stuff
2) This one probably traumatised me for good.
You wanna know who you should blame thank? This way: luckyluwi + Lynn
We all know the drill – don’t we?
Answer some questions about yourself.
Pick 10 other victims for this award.
Scare the hell out of ‘em by letting them know it’s their turn now.
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Just in case you’re wondering why my award looks different – I have orange issues as you might well know.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about – this way to enlightenment.
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It was definitely the wrong turn to take.
I was lost, it was so dark, wet, and creepy.
Believe me there are better places for loitering.
This shifty little bugger snitched my pen.
That objection seems reasonable, at first!
I hang on to it for sentimental reasons.
I wouldn’t make a fuzz about it – but it was my favorite – I snitched it from my math teacher once.
So, you see it’s imperative I get it back.
My precious, my treasure … *cough* … sorry fishbone stuck in my throat.
Don’t let the fluffy furiness ensnare you – there is a criminal mind at work.
Does anyone know if you turn into something weird, after being bitten by a muskrat?
I was never into that superhero thing.
An Anniversary to celebrate?
Doesn’t feel like it to me – but one to be aware of.
There are facts, speculations, theories, rumors, legends, movies – a lot of stuff accumulates in 100 years.
The Titanic sank 15th April 1912 – the Mayans didn’t seem to care much, at least they didn’t care to predict.
Back then it was considered a privilege to be on that ship, it was fancy – all the rich and famous gathered for a trip that was planned to make history, the iceberg was an uninvited party crasher.
to sleep (3rd class),
or get drunk (2nd class passengers),
do what they do best – bitching around (1st class folks) -
The band wouldn’t stop playing – so naturally everybody panicked.
The captain wasn’t much of a help - he preferred to retreat, and drown in private.
Thank God the life vests were white – so nobody declined them because of color issues.
The famous Grand Staircase had a huge priceless clock, which was never meant to operate under water.
The tragedy continued, some passengers were unable to save their jewelry, not to mention the portable safes or the boxes with fine Cuban cigars.
All attempts to retrieve them were in vain.
Old ladies should not be blamed for that circumstance – who knows it may be for the higher good.
Sometimes words are not enough, they need to be filled with meaning.
“I will not be separated from my husband,” other passengers heard her say.
“As we have lived, so will we die together.”
Isidor begged his wife to go. “Please, please, dear. Go into the boat,” he said, stroking her head, but she resisted again and again, until the crew gave up.
“Isidor, my place is with you.
I have lived with you.
I love you, and if necessary, I shall die with you,” she said.
You may cry now!
I don’t mind orange on carrots, tangerines, or kumquats.
It’s a healthy color on them, but on everything else it can be a nightmare!
Do I have issues with orange?
Certainly, you would too if it happened to you.
Take a look at this: inacceptable orangeness
Yes, in the year of 2012 we face Tangerine Tango as the main enemy, I think – life can be so cruel, sooo very cruel.
Does anyone else think it might be a little careless?
2012 Mayans predicted the end (nobody knows the end of what).
I still didn’t have a chance to meet Alan Rickman.
I haven’t been to Disney World yet (that’s a quicker way of world traveling, and cheaper, if you resist buying merchandise).
I dreamt, I was on a ship, when it began sinking I got contemplative.
I had a hard decision to make.
Would I be able to get over my grudge with orange?
I dearly loathe it – should I betray my principles?
Could I live on with that shame?
When they were giving out the life vests - I declined.
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Maybe it’s dead.
Maybe it’s catatonic.
Maybe it’s lurking.
Maybe it’s friendly.
Is it edible?
Barely awakening from my Irish-Coffee-Coma, I realise that a load of honor has been dumped over me, again, and I just didn’t get it.
Lovely Lynn had the kindness to give me the HUG Award!
You can find her right here: http://deceitfulland.wordpress.com
This award is a bit different than the other blogger-awards (it took me a while to figure it all out, and I’m glad this lady: LScott helped me to do so).
Now, me being absolutely – not modest at all – well, I do not only feel the urge to give back, but to do my best to drag others into my misery loving arms.
Once I’m determined to like you – there will be no escape!
This is how it works: instructions
There’s nothing so heartwarming like a dearly hug – the next best thing is: to get the H.U.G. Award.
I’m having déjà-vu after déjà-vu, driving me crazy.
Daylight saving time a natural killer of brain cells.
I have constantly the feeling of: been there done that.
I’m confused, at times I forget what day it is – I’m stuck on Sunday, I deny the existence of Mondays.
I have no idea how many breakfast-coffees I had today, or yesterday, or the day before, but I’m trembling.
I guess, my shaking body might be some sort of alarm signal.
Daylight saving time – I’d rather save my sanity than daylight – there’s a new day every day, but you’re only given a limited amount of brain cells.
The mailman resembles Data more from day to day – I guess I watched too many episodes of …
… damn I can’t remember!
Well, probably I’m just tired, I should get me a coffee.
