Quiz result day.

YOU ARE MARRIED TO A WoODCHUCK!!!


what's YOUR deepest secret?
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Leapfrog position-
Guy's are dominant in this position and girls...you
liked to be told "Who's your
daddy!!!"


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no substitute for a healthy smile.
So here is some white text that few will realize is here. It's not too hard to find, but some might be hard pressed to find out what I say. I'll just have a giant post of white text, and people will be "???". Like last time, if you find this, please don't ruin the surprise for others. I'd say stuff that I wouldn't tell others in white text, but no one is stupid, and everyone will figure out to highlight, sooner or later. When they do, that'll be cool.

Hey asshole, you still owe me 6 bucks.

Haha, no one owes me money. I probably owe them, to be honest.

There's a lot to say, but it'll be odd to have a giant post of (what seems like) nothing. That'll be pretty funny actually. I mean, they come to the site and see this big block of nothing, and it's like "...?" Yeah.
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cryptic messages. which are from Radiohead covers and stuff. If you do realize this text is here, please don't ruin it for others.

i like you.
i like you. you are a wonderful person. i'm full of enthusiasm. i'm going places. i'll be happy to help you.
i am an important person. would you like to come home with me?

the most essential thing in life is to establish a heartfelt communication with others.

I like this song.
It's catchy.
Listen to this bit coming up.
Listen.
Listen.
There!
Isn't that bit amazing?
Wait.
I'll play it again.

This blog post will, will not communicate these thoughts and the strain I am under.

I felt like saying that with no real reasoning behind why. It's 12:15 in the morning, I'm starting to get tired. I'm writing an email to a friend, and talking to another. I'm plotting things for tomorrow, things involving birthdays, presents, and insanity. I spent an hour or so talking to a friend over the phone. We tried to make each other laugh, since we both weren't in the greatest mood.

I didn't want to say it over the phone, but I really care for her. I care a lot. I never told her this, but whenever she calls and she feels down, I think of it as my... well, not my job, but a sort of... unwritten responsibility to make her feel better. Maybe not completely better, but at the very least, I try to make her crack a smile, or a giggle. I just do this because I want to. I was never asked, and I never ask for anything back. Knowing she's better is enough for me.

And when she reads this, I want her to know, your friends will always be here for you.

I hope that wasn't too sappy or anything. I just wanted to get that off my chest. Just wanted to let that out. I'm looking up now, clock says 12:37. Wow.

I feel as if my body is telling me, "Hey man, slow down. Idiot, slow down."

Outta here.

Hangover Therapy

Watching Cowboy Bebop, I heard of the Prarie Oyster. From what I've gathered, it works well for hangovers. Found this info at Jazz Mess' message board, so credit goes to them for this info. Also to them, for actually having the recipe.
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PRAIRIE OYSTER IV

1 egg yolk
2 or 3 grinds black pepper
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
1 1/2 ounces port
Celery salt to taste.

Slip the unbroken egg yolk into a 4 to 6-ounce wineglass, sour glass or champagne saucer glass. Season with pepper, add the Worcestershire sauce, and pour in the port. Season to taste with celery salt.

When drinking, the egg yolk should be swallowed whole.
Serves 1.
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Have fun with that one. Just don't go drink too much. Alcohol poisoning is really bad. So is colliding head on with a Mack 18-wheeler.