better than fine
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- kingjulien
Today's one of those fall Northern California Saturdays that Zeppelin used to write songs about. The leaves are changing colors, the kids are out in their soccer uniforms, the Mexican dude at the gas station--the one I was trying to make eye contact with to thank for washing my windshield, said "my pleasure boss" when I finally blurted out that I appreciated what he had done (and you know when strangers call you things like boss or chief that they're your friend), and finally, the most adorable Fionna Apple blonde girl was working at the Vietnamese bakery, no makeup and her hair pulled back simply--the one white person besides me in the whole place (and one I've been trying to see again after a year of sporadic returns) and she had this little glow in her eye when I thanked her for my blueberry muffin, and dear lord, no headaches or hungover mornings to contend with, and well, this is how peaceful and content a weekend should begin, it might not last but right now it feels so sweet.
- jox0
Oh come on say it out loud, you got humped.
- driftlab0
beautiful.
- Tara0
lovely
- kyl30
love it when a plan comes together
- davi-t0
trace ("wh" add "at" add "The" add "F" add "uc" add "kA" add "re" add "Yo" add "uTal" add "king" add "About");
- uberdesigner0
The first blank photograph was Susan Adkins, a hideous mountain of an English teacher who kept us under her lardulent thumb for a whole year. At the beginning of my Freshman year, because I had been in a private school for the last three years, I didn’t have the official academic record necessary to place me into Honors classes where I apparently belonged. So I had to start out in the slow-jams remedial moron classes just like everybody else and attempt to prove that I didn’t belong there because of my super-huge brainbox. Getting out of Math was easy due to the geniality of Mr. Starcevich, History was eventually accomplished, but English was another story. Adkins was lord of her eraser-dust kingdom, and she refused to let anyone leave. No matter how much extra credit I churned out, she refused to even consider my pleas for escape, content in keeping me trapped in 5th period with a crew of retards, jocks and spitball-flinging mooks. Eventually, I stopped trying.
- forcetwelve0
nice words everyone.
- LooseSphinctee0
I dont knowe what the hell u is talking about but king do you yahoo?
- Crouwel0
loose you say what is over at you Google again?
- Rand0
come fly with me
- BuddhaHat0
someone said eugoogely?