Jerry Falk: Remind me to add him to my Christmas list if I ever learn how to make a letter bomb.
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At least we make fun of us.
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A lot of people wonder about the shuttle waitings in Star Wars Galaxies.
Sometimes you need to stop and think. Sometimes you dont even know it is the time for such a thing and then something happens and makes you stop. And think.
(Via Epicurious)
I am nervous, truly nervous. As the taxi bounces southward through the trendier neighborhoods of Manhattan — Flatiron, the Village, SoHo — I keep imagining the possible retorts of some incensed maître d’:
“What kind of establishment do you think this is?”
“How dare you insult me!”
“You think you can get in with that?”
It’s just after 8 p.m. on a balmy summer Saturday and I’m heading toward one of New York’s most overbooked restaurants, Balthazar, where celebrities regularly go to be celebrated and where lay diners like me call a month in advance to try and secure a reservation. I don’t have a reservation. I don’t have a connection. I don’t have a secret phone number. The only things I have are a $20, a $50, and a $100 bill, neatly folded in my pocket.
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He smiles. I like her. I’d like her to stay.
Writting always made me feel better. I never wanted anyone to read what I wrote and suddenly Im writting in my blog. Am I asking for help?
And why am I writting in english? Makes no sense, I hate my english. Maybe…
1. Im hiding from something
2. Im pretending to be someone else
3. I wanna punish myself
4. Im looking for a reason to hate myself
5. Im just bored
6. This is my way out
Today is really bad. I cannot stop crying.
My so called life* 