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Thank you for the comment and favorites addition on my piece “Trees(Cycle of Life)” Such genuine positive feedback is greatly appreciated, and very reassuring that maybe you’re doing something right.
I am aware that the language was a little formal for the younger tree at time, but I felt as if it gave him a sense of intelligence as if the older tree had taught him much, but also innocence as him being young and pure.
I actually struggled to find and ending point for this piece, and the last few paragraphs gave me hell.
I don't know, if God were a woman, the job would get done a little better, probably, with much more efficiency and a few extra head-pats and nose-wipes...
OH well, you know, SSDDNDA (nda=new dumbass)... No drama on my page, as you can tell :D
The icing was Pillsbury White Frosting, blanco organica (don't shake my faith that it's "pure" if not flavored!), and ohhhh that went last night!
I am sick, boiling water and pouring it in pans around me so I have steam as I'm typing (note to self: buy humidifier) and I've got an electric heater, so hey, I'm poised for disaster LOL I picked up pecans today before the rain set in, and a little bit during it (had to fill up the bucket, damn it), and I've shelled a cup for a pie (oh boy, in the oven now) and I'm just waiting for the fancy bell to go off. The good news here was that one of my friends called to tell me that he heard Unemployment was being extended another 4-7 months, so he thought I'd like to know that I continue my lifestyle of lazy junkie bum with empty icing cans all over my bed for another indefinite period... HOORAY! LOL, j/k
But I did look at myself in the mirror at the end of the bed today, and it was like, I've read about this somewhere... only, I'm missing the heroin needles and transvestite in my bed that would make this a Hollyweird Perfect. I think I need a better hat, too.
I have a distinct disdain for Mondays, so I resolve my next job will not include Mondays or Fridays. I use to work Tuesday through Thursday, and I really liked that (not the last job, that was boringly 40+ mental-frying hours)... I know now why Sloth is a sin.
You know, I am sorry for mussing your page with stupidity. So I'm back to mar it up with drunkenessities. I am out of cookie dough, and things is bleak on the backroad tonight. Although, I did find a can of icing... thrill cream.
3 years ago, if you'd told me a can of White Icing would be the thrill of my Friday night, I'd have shot myself. But my friend unloaded my gun on his last visit and hid my bullets (I know how Barney Fife felt now, its a crushing blow), and the icing is just SO DAMN GOOD....
Gunflight... I kinda wanted to rent a helicopter. Palin-style, through the top of the head. It's actually a fantasy of mine to be able to go to Alaska, get a helicopter and assault rifle, and have Todd and Sarah Palin tied to a dog sled harnassed to wild wolves and sent across the frozen tundra. I keep hoping some Make-A-Wish thing mixes my name up with someone else, and I get a chance...
After all, I heard they let some mentally-[censored]ed dying kid shoot a bear... There are a LOT of Palins, compared to bears... I think we could spare those 2. They're really past breeding age, all the chromosomes seem damaged...
5. A woman is probably going for money because that's all she's going to get out of the relationship... you can pretty much sense if he's got a personality or wallet, and if there's no personality... well, there's always Shopping.