“Oh, my man, I love him so. He’ll never know. All my life is just despair, but I don’t care. When he takes me in his arms, the world is bright, all right. What’s the difference if I say I’ll go away when I know I’ll come back on my knee someday. For whatever my man is, I am his forever more.”—My Man, Fanny Brice
hi :) as promised..here's your dinner party:
1. sorry that it's kind of sucky heeheehee
2. since you mentioned about about getting it printed later, if you want i can change the title into your real name (sorry i don't know your name :s).. or you can also change it by yourself..the font type is -of course- Futura.
Thank you so much! I’ll take a picture when it’s set up in my dorm and post it for all to see. As someone who can’t draw to save her life, I can say that it is not sucky. :D Thanks again!
Travelling southward today, I witnessed the direct aftermath of a bad highway accident. A car in the opposite highway had hit the median and landed on its right side. People stopped. A woman was running to the car when we drove by and was on her cellphone.
I wonder about the accident. Were they falling asleep? Was there someone in the passenger seat? How did that tire get like that, hanging there? The running woman, was she a nurse?
It was actually somewhat horrific. I may never know what happened to those people. Hm. Strange.
Steps To “Cleaning Out” Your Ridiculous Number of Facebook “Friends”
Step 1: Remove the people you’ve never met. Step 2: Remove the people you know of, but have never actually exchanged words ever in any way, shape, or form. Step 3: Remove the people you don’t give a flying poo about. Step 4: Remove the people that don’t give a flying poo about you.