Saturday, September 23, 2006
The far off drone of a metallic yet slightly out of tune "I'm a Little Teapot" rings through the oppressive mid summer haze. My brother and I play tug-o-war with the dollar bill mummy had given us. Jumping and waving as if we were anticipating the arrival of Michael Jackson, our excitment brewed like a witch's cauldren, as the truck came into sight.
Elbows were thrown and thoughtless words were exchanged as the white frozen palace on wheels screetches to a halt in front of the Gould's house. We became moths to a flame as the pictures on the side of the truck roped us into a hypnosis. I never wavered with my my choice, "Toasted Almond Bar and one Bazooka please", I readily blurt out to the young man behind the overhanging counter. "Yes M'am", he retorts with a wink and a flash of his pearly whites. He disappears into the abyss of frozen delights and momentarily returns with my desire. "The piece of Bazooka's on me pretty lady", he says. The dollar is offered up as a sacrifice for my little piece of heaven. Two quarters are returned in its place. Without haste the quarters are snatched from my grip. Wesley takes over the group and excalims with gusto, "I want a Pac Man pop!", slamming the 50 cents on the counter above. The frenzied children grow restless as the man in the frozen white palace hurries to appease. Placed in the clutches of the budding 9 year old boy, the pop drips to no avail as my brother attempts to lap it all up.
With our prizes in hand, we walk back toward the house content with our purchases. My mother standing in the doorway with arms folded inquires, "How are they?" With cheshire cat smiles from ear to ear, the only thing we could muster up was "mmmmmmmm". Sometimes smiles speak louder than words.
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Published by Meggs: 7:06 PM
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I wish that things would just settle down already.
Or at least my brain could shut off for a few minutes of silence.
Ya, that would be nice.
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Published by Meggs: 9:05 PM
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My How Things Have Changed
Sitting here at my new desk, in my new chair, in my new office, things seem so far away. The days of living on this site have come to a close and my life has moved on. A part of me has been filed away for the history books to write about at a later date. I can't help but recall the first time I came to find SB in the spring of 2002. I was searching for a community, a new friend, a past time. Well, needless to say I found it and have been here ever since. Real life has gotten in the way of my cyber one. I miss my friends, my interactions, my emotions though I have entered a new phase. A phase that will stimulate, challenge, and entertain me. It has been realized that dreams reallly do come true and persistance pays off. I know that there was something out there keeping me from losing my mind when rejection stared me in the face time and time again. I know now that taking a leap into the unknown definitely has it's challenges but amazing rewards. I want every one of my friends to know that I love them dearly that includes all of my canadian counterparts, 413 dirts, and all others in between. It's nice to be back on here but my time like much of your time is limited as I get older. I suppose in life you have to take risks in order to have your life take the shape that you want it to be. So take risks, be scared, have faith that everything will work itself out in the end.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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"Newbies guide of what NOT to do"
It occured to me yesterday how inexperienced people are when it comes to working out. It's not hard to notice the newbies in their attempts at belated new years resolutions or summer slim downs. It's like watching a car crash of sorts. Strolling up the stairs to the plethera of machines, they come dressed in their most "proper" attire. In yesterdays case, a gentleman in his skin tight, vintage eighties, nautical flag print swim trunks.
The cute little Brazilian couple who have obviously never been on a treadmill before gave quite a display. On their approach I knew that they were virgins. Not even so much as a preceeding warm up, they hopped on the contraption looking quite perplexed as to how to even turn it on. He, reached over to hers and pressed play on the magic carpet. She, terrified began running aka clomping like a clidesdale at 1.6. For those of you who are as lost as they apparently were, 1.6 is about the speed of a drunk snail on his worst day. He immediately turned to me and through the gap in between his two front teeth hissed in laughter, muttering something in portuguese. The husband works through his laughter and begins his machine and again, without any warm up shoots stright to 7.2 which in my estimation is approximately the same speed as Wilt Chamberlain at a full sprint. This man was about 5ft 6" so he looked like a midget running from a tornado. Needless to say he lasted at that speed for about 2 mins before he almost collapsed in utter exhaustion.
While this disaster unfolded before me and my stationary bike, an old man in his jeans boat shoes and Members Only jacket drops about 250 pounds of weight on the floor to my right sending a wave of startle through the room.
You can always tell a newbie by the way that they watch you while you are on a particular machine. Then as soon as you move onto another one, they slither in and try their hand at it. Of course they never adjust the contraption to accomdate their height or weight, they just simply don't know how. So they try and squeeze themselves into the seat that has obviously been adjusted to fit the frame of someone half their size and do about 20 repetitions of twice the weight they should.
If one ever cares to join a gym for the pure entertainment factor, may I suggest that one do so around the start of the new year. You will most likely never be let down for a good show.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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"The Gamble"
One by one I gather up the little white and red pieces of laminated paper, who's jack of diamonds and Ace of spades, if brought together in the correct manor, could be my winning hand. The gamble could pay off yet could land me back at square one. The final card is doled out and into my hand with a deafening silence after it leaves the comforts of the green felt.
It's now or never and why stop when I am ahead? I came here to win and I could not live with myself had I folded before it's really even begun.
I laid my cards out on the table and sat waiting patiently in silence. The dealer's eyes share no insight as to the potential outcome because he knows the answer lay not with him but in the deck held so effortlessly in his hand. The moment suspends in what seems to be hrs of anticipation of the arrival of the last card to be dealt.
His hand reaches for the red laminated bicycle as my eyes cloud. Things appear distorted as the card's identity starts to be revealed. The cloud thickens and I can't see the green felt of the table any longer. The fear grips me, am I dying? Am I going to pass out? What is going on?
Birds chirping, low murmers and the earth's monolog speaks as my eyes open. Am I still alive? What what the picture on the card? Both eyes ae open now with clarity of the scene from the green felt table. It was a dream but one of promise, necessity and adventure. My card will be revealed in time. But until then I must be willing to take the gamble.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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THIS IS ONE OF MY NEW ROOMATES...
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS?
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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RIP Terri Shiavo
i found this today while browsing ebay.
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=21249&item=7145207667&rd=1
Hello. This is SkinnyMinnyJenni's sister - BodaciousBrookie. I’m a girl who likes to live on the edge, try new things, live life to the fullest….until I tried snowboarding. I bought these boots in hopes of becoming an awesome chic snowboarder who could ‘show up’ the guys (or maybe land one) down the steepest mountain. But I didn’t have my board yet. So I decided to go up with some rental equipment, which was okay, but not as comfortable as these boots. Got up there, realized that I couldn’t even go down the bunny slope without having my life flash before my eyes and decided that I would throw in my tie as an awesome chic snowboarder. These boots were not bought brand new, but from the looks of them have rarely been worn…and most importantly have not been worn by me. There is no tag as to what brand they are but I know that they are made in China (a great place). And for all us big feet women out there these boots actually make your feet look cute…noticing by the pictures I even made them look good with a skirt! So if you are an inexperienced snowboarder looking to sow your wild oats, or that awesome chic snowboarder looking for a new pair of boots, this is the perfect choice.
The boots are unisex and fit my feet - women's size 9 1/2 to 10 or a men's size 6
The boots are probably magic and will make you stay upright on your board! Ok - so how would I know....
PLEASE SEE MY OTHER AUCTIONS FOR MORE....(of me)
all i have to say to this is...wow.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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"Newbies guide of what NOT to do"
It occured to me yesterday how inexperienced people are when it comes to working out. It's not hard to notice the newbies in their attempts at belated new years resolutions or summer slim downs. It's like watching a car crash of sorts. Strolling up the stairs to the plethera of machines, they come dressed in their most "proper" attire. In yesterdays case, a gentleman in his skin tight, vintage eighties, nautical flag print swim trunks.
The cute little Brazilian couple who have obviously never been on a treadmill before gave quite a display. On their approach I knew that they were virgins. Not even so much as a preceeding warm up, they hopped on the contraption looking quite perplexed as to how to even turn it on. He, reached over to hers and pressed play on the magic carpet. She, terrified began running aka clomping like a clidesdale at 1.6. For those of you who are as lost as they apparently were, 1.6 is about the speed of a drunk snail on his worst day. He immediately turned to me and through the gap in between his two front teeth hissed in laughter, muttering something in portuguese. The husband works through his laughter and begins his machine and again, without any warm up shoots stright to 7.2 which in my estimation is approximately the same speed as Wilt Chamberlain at a full sprint. This man was about 5ft 6" so he looked like a midget running from a tornado. Needless to say he lasted at that speed for about 2 mins before he almost collapsed in utter exhaustion.
While this disaster unfolded before me and my stationary bike, an old man in his jeans boat shoes and Members Only jacket drops about 250 pounds of weight on the floor to my right sending a wave of startle through the room.
You can always tell a newbie by the way that they watch you while you are on a particular machine. Then as soon as you move onto another one, they slither in and try their hand at it. Of course they never adjust the contraption to accomdate their height or weight, they just simply don't know how. So they try and squeeze themselves into the seat that has obviously been adjusted to fit the frame of someone half their size and do about 20 repetitions of twice the weight they should.
If one ever cares to join a gym for the pure entertainment factor, may I suggest that one do so around the start of the new year. You will most likely never be let down for a good show.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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"Forgotten"
The day draws its blinds on the forgotten children.
Their voices wane unbeknownst to the drones, which carry on in their sphere of prosperity.
Seeking warmth and spelling truth for the drones to hear. Yet they never hear...They never hear the symphony of despondency that laden the night's desolate sky.
The fruits of our labor shall not grace the mouths of the ones who perish in the attempt of a tomorrow.
Who will be the redeemer?
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Being that it is maxi's birfday, I figured I would resurrect this interview in commemeration of his heiness.
"The International Man of Mystery Himself, Maxime Goulet!" AKA Maximegoulet! (So f*cking original)
If you could have anything in the world what would it be and why?
I don't know if one can "have" a country, but I would own the United States so I could rename it New-Goza. It would be a new territory ruled by me and a few other Quebecois, where money would no longer exist and giraffes would have as many rights as humans. Yes, there would be giraffes in New-Goza.(SWEET!)
When you get dressed in the morning do you pick the clothes up off your floor, smell them and let you nose decide if they are to be worn or not?
Underwear, no. Socks, no. t-shirts, yes. pants, yes. work uniform, useless.
Were you the kid who everyone liked or hated? Or better yet liked to hate?
My teachers, along with my parents and my coaches (soccer, football, karate, etc...) loved me dearly. I was a good boy. The kind of good boy who deserves a second piece of apple crumble pie after dinner. Kids in my classes or on my teams hated me though, because I was such a good boy.
Have you ever been bribed by a stranger with candy to get you in their car?
Yes, once. I was in Roswell, attending a tradeshow with my grandma and as I exited the conference centre, a car stopped and the driver, a mysterious man in his early 20's, asked with a deep voice if we'd be interested in joining him for an afternoon of sex and candy. I told him my grandma and I were not into that sh*t, slapped the bastard and strolled down the street to UFO Burger to have the E.T.combo, no cheese, extra artichokes.
What would be funnier a flying octopus or a flying octopus?
Both are somewhat funny. No wait, octopuses don't fly Meg... you silly pancake!
Does being a frenchie automatically put you in the sexy category with the ladies?( b/c we all know that the french do it the best.......knitting that is)
I don't know, there are so many frenchies in Whistler, girls could care less if you can say "Je t'aime" (translation- I like you) or "le chevreuil est tres malade". (translation- My deer is very sick) One day I'll move to, like, Kansas and test it though. I'm sure girls there will fall for my stupid accent, on either side of the border.
How many fingers and toes do you have now after the prarie dog attack last year?
I have only 10 toes and 10 fingers left. I know, I'm a freak now. You remember last summer when I was trying to count to 12 and I actually had to use one hand twice? Fun times.
Are you a mama's boy?
Yes. I call her every saturday to tell her I still havent found gold in the far west.
Who is the most bitch'n person in the world?
You, Def leppard's drummer, and Noam Chomsky. Or a mix of the 3. Oh and my mom too. 4.
Any final thoughts AKA Jerry Springers?
No, all my thoughts are eternal. I know, I'm such a f*cking smartass eh?
EH = 10 points for Canadian content.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Sunday, February 20, 2005
All in a Daydream
i see myself there, see the people around me, see my future, the future i dreampt of as a child.
his hand takes mine, so clear, so right. his shoulders stern and strong, just as i always knew they would be. his feet planted firmly on the green grass under foot.
i know he is smiling at me. i know he is wanting me. i know that he loves me with every ounce of his being. yet, his face is blurred. i can't make out the little lines and twinkle in his eyes and smile. i know these things are present but i just can't seem to make them out beyond the haze.
still, i know that he loves me. i can feel it in his hand which holds mine so tight. his face only to be revealed in time... when the time is right.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Monday, February 14, 2005
My weekend in a nutshell.
went to the mountain sat at 10:30. made 3 runs and took a break. then made 2 more and got annoyed at people, took another break. this break lasted about 2 hrs as link, joe, danielle and i proceeded to get intoxicated on the "reject" beers nugget kept handing us. "reject" in this case meaning there is nothing wrong with them they are just free.
at about 2pm we decided that going back out would be a great idea, so we did. the people in the gondola with us must have thought we had just escaped from the local loony bin and if they saw us ride, that would have confirmed that notion. i discovered however that i ride switch way better drunk and can't ride regular drunk.
2 runs later we realized that danielle was an hr late for work and that we probably shouldn't be sliding sideways in our condition. a concensus was made to leave. joey drove me to my car in the far lot and i just said that i would leave my board in there and that i would meet them at erica's house in a bit. i went to drew's and him and i decided to go ice skating and then make dinner. somewhere in between us driving to the pond and getting food and going to erica's i lost my car keys. the ice sucked, so no skating was done. stopped off at erica's house a bit later to see who wanted to eat at drew's and when i got there link informed me that our boards were in joe's car...in connecticut. i said i had my other one and so did she and i went on my merry way back to drew's without anyone b/c they decided to eat there.
got to drew's then 5 mins later we were back in the lurker (aka drew's molester looking van) and on our way to jeremy's, where more beer was had and dog sledding was commenced.
got home at 11pm, still hadn't eaten yet...went to bed and woke up to link calling me to tell me that she puked and was going home. so basically i figured out that some weird force was keeping me from going shredding on sunday considering, i lost my car keys (which were found in erica's driveway, thank god), my board was left in joe's truck and link was going home. so i made the conscious decision to forgo riding that day and watch blue velvet and go to breakfast instead. so anyhoo that's my weekend for anyone who actually cares.
this was my vantage point from the dog sled 
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Thursday, February 10, 2005
WAL-MART WINE?
BENTONVILLE, ARK (AP) - Some Walmart customers soon will be able to sample a new discount item-Walmart's own brand of wine. The world's largest retail chain is teaming up with E&J Gallo Winery of Modesto, Calif., to produce the spirits at an affordable price; in the $6-8 range.While wine connoisseurs may not be inclined to throw a bottle of Walmart brand wine into their shopping carts, there is a market for inexpensive wine, said Kathy Micken, professor of marketing at Roger Williams University in Bristol, R.I. She said: "The right name is important." So, with that in mind, here are the top 12 suggested names for Walmart
Wine:
12. Chateau Traileur Doublewide
11. White Trashfindel
10. Big Red Gulp
9. Grape Expectations
8. Domaine Walmart "Merde du Pays"
7. NASCARbernet
6. Chef Boyardeaux
5. Peanut Noir
4. Chateau des Moines
3. I Can't Believe It's Not Vinegar!
2. World Championship Wriesling
And the number 1 name for Walmart Wine...
1. Nasti Spumante
Gallo has certainly made its mark by destroying the natural environment for the construction of industrial vineyards and wine factories in Sonoma County. After witnessing the conversion of redwood forests and oak woodlands to industrial vineyards, massive erosion from removal of entire mountains and siltation of pristine salmon spawning steams from Gallo's gigantic earthmoving equipment concerned neighbors have suggested the following names:
-Butcher the Redwoodsfindel
-Fishkill red
-Dead Mountain Burgundy
-Pinot Sewerwater Noir
-Wrath of grape Merlot
-Grape Rape Zin
-Barren Hills Rose
-Exterminate Wildlife Chard
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Sorry to rub this in to all of my westside friends but eh em... 20-30 INCHES SPANKIN' THE EASTSIDE'S ASS TOMORROW! ahhhhhhhh how i love zee powdah days.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005
WAL-MART WINE?
BENTONVILLE, ARK (AP) - Some Walmart customers soon will be able to sample a new discount item-Walmart's own brand of wine. The world's largest retail chain is teaming up with E&J Gallo Winery of Modesto, Calif., to produce the spirits at an affordable price; in the $6-8 range.While wine connoisseurs may not be inclined to throw a bottle of Walmart brand wine into their shopping carts, there is a market for inexpensive wine, said Kathy Micken, professor of marketing at Roger Williams University in Bristol, R.I. She said: "The right name is important." So, with that in mind, here are the top 12 suggested names for Walmart
Wine:
12. Chateau Traileur Doublewide
11. White Trashfindel
10. Big Red Gulp
9. Grape Expectations
8. Domaine Walmart "Merde du Pays"
7. NASCARbernet
6. Chef Boyardeaux
5. Peanut Noir
4. Chateau des Moines
3. I Can't Believe It's Not Vinegar!
2. World Championship Wriesling
And the number 1 name for Walmart Wine...
1. Nasti Spumante
Gallo has certainly made its mark by destroying the natural environment for the construction of industrial vineyards and wine factories in Sonoma County. After witnessing the conversion of redwood forests and oak woodlands to industrial vineyards, massive erosion from removal of entire mountains and siltation of pristine salmon spawning steams from Gallo's gigantic earthmoving equipment concerned neighbors have suggested the following names:
-Butcher the Redwoodsfindel
-Fishkill red
-Dead Mountain Burgundy
-Pinot Sewerwater Noir
-Wrath of grape Merlot
-Grape Rape Zin
-Barren Hills Rose
-Exterminate Wildlife Chard
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Metaphor for my Life
Has this life become me? I reserve the right to contest this. Here I stand above the fog viewing a catch 22. There must be some mistake, possibly a catch 23 or 24?
At this point I think that my hamster wheel has become slightly rusty. It doesn't seem to turn like it had in it's heyday. Perhaps some WD40 might do the trick? Or rather someone or something to take me off and out of this cage.
I think I could use a change of scenery. A change, yes. Like the one that ms. Crow sings about, it'll do me good.
Somehow, though, each hour that passes brings me that much closer to inevitability. So forget about that WD40. Let my wheel become debilitated. Bring me back to the pet store for a chance at winning the lotto, or set me free to my own devices. I can't seem to make the resolution without a human hand.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Tuesday, December 28, 2004
New Pics Posted 1/3/05
"In the blink of an eye"
The eyes of the women and children close wide open with fear. Their silence deafens the ears of the world. We sit and watch death on our tvs, hear it on our radios, read it in our papers, yet we carry on. Fathers, brothers, aunts, mothers, counsins, sons, daughters, grandmothers and grandfathers scatter the streets in disarray. Horror paints the faces of the ones so fortunate as the sheets reveal the truth. The cries envelope the morning's air while the sun smiles on it's neighbor friend in ignorance. Death creates it's own wave and sweeps away the lives of the living.
If you think you can't help you are wrong. These people need everything and anything you can spare. clean water, clothing, food, money, you name it they need it. anything you can give they can use. one single bottle of water can help one thirsty child. a pair shoes can help an old man.
here is a list of just some of the relief efforts in which you can make your contributions: Just think about if you were in their shoes. would you want people to turn their back on you?
http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/asiapcf/12/27/quake.aidsites/index.html
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Thursday, December 16, 2004
"Tis the Season"
Every year the dust is brushed off the plastic santa's and colored lights for the spirit of christmas. The decor can be of many sizes, shapes, colors and styles. Some people have great taste in their lighting abilities, while others should shop for the guide entitled, "holiday decor 101 for dummies".(if only there were such a book.)
Through the years I have watched the holiday decorations grow and morph into horrible displays of cheer and i feel that something ought to be done about such atrocities. It's all fine and dandy to share your spirit of the season with passers-by, but when you infringe upon others by invading their windows at nightfall with seizure-activating blinking reigndeer and blow-up snowmen the size of sasquatch i feel that a code has been breached.
As i have written in past years about my neighbors for those of you who used to read my journals back in the day, they feel the need to have to cover every inch of their home and yard with gawdy figurines and horrid lighting. Not only do they crap up their own yard, they now have THEIR next door neighbors in on it too! So now it's not just one home but TWO! I know that santa will not have a hard time attempting to locate either of them being that they are brighter than a f*cking beacon at an airport on a foggy night. They claim it's for the children, what children? they don't have any children! I think that a coalition be put in place to prevent these sad and violating excuses of holiday cheer. anyone care to join?
this is an example of REAL xmas beauty:
this is my friend eerik.
eerik is 6 feet tall.
eerik's tree is taller.
true story.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Wednesday, December 01, 2004
GROWING 20's
They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with were some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.
One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot don't seem as fun. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it.
We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends...maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion... "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."It's really amazing when two strangers become the best of friends, but it is really sad when the best of friends become two strangers! "Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind"
-George Carlin
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Friday, November 12, 2004
It'S sNoWiNg!!!
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new pics up!
Oh and everyone should go to www.robotfoods.com and watch my friend scott's vid, cause he rules!
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Monday, November 08, 2004
i need snow.
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new pics up
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Today I am sorry.
I am sorry we live in a country of perpetual ignorance and hate. I am sorry for the people who will continue to be oppressed due to lack of action. We were supposed to have been the voice. Where was that voice when it counted? How did we as a "United" country allow this madness to continue for four more years of a living nightmare? Something fundamental was missing last night. Where were the voices we needed to shape our future, to better our world, to stop the madness. I am ashamed at the state of this union. I am a proud American but not proud of where our country is and appears to be headed. We are now faced with church and state making decisions and provisions for our people. Women who will be told what they can and can't do with their bodies, couples who have lived in grave oppression all their lives will continue to live as just that, couples, not marriage. My family along with many millions of other familes will continue to struggle to find work. While 50 million americans along with myself go on with no health insurance. We need some clarity. When will this end? I am afraid for us all.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Tuesday, November 02, 2004
If you are an American who is registered to vote, don't let this opportunity to change our country for the better pass you by. We have been blessed with the RIGHT to vote in a Democratic society and to just throw it away would be sinful.We are the future and we have to evoke change any way we can. So please take a half hour of your day and VOTE!
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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Monday, November 01, 2004
I have to admit that there is nothing worse than puking in a car all the way home from montreal. ya nothing worse. All I wanted was my mummy. :( Thanks for being a trooper and a real friend rosy posy. I feel better today. yay!
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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SCREW THE CURSE CAUSE WE'RE IN FIRST! RED SOX 2004 WORLD SERIES CHAMPS!!!
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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