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i wasn't going to change a thing about my LJ cos this is my own personal space where i can write whatever i plz. i never felt i should apologize for what i write here. infact, i am not apologizing!!
if anyone comes across my journal & thinks we might have some stuff to chat about or more than 1 interest in common, plz feel free to friend me :) i will probably friend you back, cos this has nothing to do with me friending or not friending ppl, this is merely for my own privacy that has been violated & for the safety of the ones that have violated it [you kno who you are] and again, i apologize for nothing i have written here!!
The more I'm around some people
The more I like my dog
Man's best friend until the end
He's never done me wrong
So I took the chain from around his neck
And put a beware sign on the lawn
'Cause the more I'm around some people
The more I like my dog
I HOPE YA'LL KNO YOU'RE MAKIN MOM CRY.
- crime scene:i'm sure you already kno
- report:
gah. - tunes:the who. thts all ya need to kno
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simply put, it means i'm askeerd of social situations, reguardless of size.
why don't the psychiatrist just call it what it is??
I'M ASKEERD OF PEOPLE!!!
does it have an impact on my life, you ask??
yes. i can't be around ppl. & seeing as how ignorant ppl are out there breeding even more, ignorant ppl...you can see my dilemma :)
*ignore my sarcasm, this is how i cope*
seriously. this is a phobia i suffer from. i can't be around ppl i don't kno. in college, it got pretty bad: i had to sit with my back to the wall, facing the door, so i could see the door, the teacher, & the other ppl in the class room...that way, if i felt threatened or needed to make a quick escape, i could do so. even now, i freak out sometimes in Wal-Mart :(
- crime scene:*hiding in the closet*
- report:
sux.
- crime scene:waiting for a ride back to Pluto
- report:
noooo!!
- crime scene:in darkness
- report: hurt.
- tunes:summerland music
If you started a restaurant, what would it serve, what would it look like and what would you name it? You have an unlimited budget. Submitted by |
well, i'd want a quaint lil place, like a diner. i'd call it "the picnic table" & i'd serve everything from home cooked breakfast/lunch with the fixins, to carnival/county fair food, to thanksgiving dinner every day of the week, to dessert :) it'd definitely be a family place to eat at cos we don't have a lot of funky places like that around here to bring the whole family to. also, i'd have a live band over the weekends, no alcohol, cos that causes problems & i think i'd have comedy shows as well atleast 3xs a month :)
- crime scene:in business school
- report:
makin plans - tunes:B52's
If you were an alien and came to Earth, what would you tell the folks back home about the planet, its people, etc? Submitted by |
- crime scene:on the mother-ship
- report:
icky earthlings - tunes:that music from that show
Jesus' Rocking Chair
Many hopeful moms and dads try to have a child on their own.
some never get the chance, others do and see them grown.
Then there are those who are expecting that precious baby soon,
But then it's gone before it ever leaves the safety of its' Mama's womb.
There are those who have a boy or girl, the perfect gift from God,
But sickness or some tragedy takes them from their parents arms.
Mama's wish for days gone by, Daddy's long for that lost child,
But children are not lost when you know where they are.
She was 18 and unmarried, expecting her little one,
And in her time of confusion, she took the life of her son.
Since then Jesus forgave her, and He took all her shame away.
She still cries missing her baby, but she hears the angels say...
Jesus has a rocking chair,
And He holds that precious baby with oh such tender care.
He takes the place of Mom and Dad.
He's the greatest parent a child could have.
Don't worry about the children there.
Jesus has a rocking chair.
~© 1994 Tim Greene All Rights Reserved~
Reprinted with Permission
i hope someone reads these words in their time of grief & feels some comfort if they've lost a baby. i had originally posted this in an entry a few days ago, but have since had to f-lock that post cos some ignorant ppl misconstrude my intentions & thought i was being "hateful" when i spoke of something that effected me quite deeply.
- crime scene:at home
- report: *sniffle*
hehehe- crime scene:at home
- report:
bored - tunes:gilmore girls theme
i wanna be a boy so bad sometimes. don't get me wrong, i enjoy bein a girl & all, but sometimes i think it'd be a lot easier to be a boy. i mean, they don't have to deal with the shit we grrlz have to deal with on a daily basis.
i tell my parents all the time that i think i was supposed to be a boy & that i wanna get a sex change. they tell me i'm nutz. maybe i am. idk. but i wouldn't mind bein a boy...i think :)
- crime scene:somewhere b/t b & g
- report:
curious
- crime scene:in the livingroom...i think
- report:
naughty
MANDY is cos my first name is AMANDA. only my girlfriends call me this, really :)
REENE is what my daddy calls me cos of my middle name, KATHERINE
PRINCESS, my doctor actually started calling me this sometime ago, but Sami calls me this now, cos he says i remind him of a fairy-tale princess, awww.
- crime scene:in the livingroom...
- report:
creative
what can i say? my veins are full of Cherokee & Irish blood :)
i like to say that i'm an "Irish-Cherokee" *lol*
- crime scene:i'm not really angry :)
- report: angry
- crime scene:at the edge of bored
- report: bored
- crime scene:under the microscope
- report: crushed
why?
cos my brother rickey was alive then. i never got to meet my brother rickey cos he was killed in a motorcycle accident in 1974. i wasn't born til 1983.
why wouldn't i go back in time to the day he was killed & warn him, ya might be asking yourself?
i wish i could do that, really i do. but God has a plan for all of us. i try to remind myself that God knew when it was time for rickey to leave this place & return to heaven. i try to believe that God has a greater plan, beyond our comprehension. no, i wouldn't go back to tell him, i'd just like to go back to meet him. to touch him. to hug him. to know him, if only for a moment.
- crime scene:under a watchful eye
- report:
contemplative
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