The Isolated Blurt Thread VII: 7th Heaven

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They're pretty good. I'll help Wings out by answering. I Write Sins Not Tragedies is really good.

I love panic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYKoJBbk8DE&feature=kp

Panic! At The Disco - Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have... [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]

I really like them, they have talent and the songs are complex. We just saw them in concert on Friday and I was impressed.

They are officially on the list, danke.
 
When a friendship goes sour - or rather, when it turns out to never have been a friendship at all, at least on their end - and you're hurt but then you get over it and you go on with your life. You don't talk to them for months. Then out of nowhere they contact you, weird and ominous threats, then disappear. You're freaked out, but happy to know that 1) they were never your friend, and 2) they're out of your life. Months pass. Then someone tells you they're spreading rumors about you, calling you a stalker.

I mean, wtf, dude. Grow up. Leave me the fuck alone. Seriously.
 
Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in between
How can we be wrong
Sail away with me
To another world
And we rely on each other, ah-ha
From one lover to another, ah-ha

for my dearest Lorelei.
 
should've tried some morrisey just to see if they could figure out he was gay in less time then it took him.
 
You are dead to me.



ABBA, the Bee Gees, and the Grease soundtrack on 8-track.

This sounds weird, but the Bee Gees are ballet music in my head. My kindergarten teacher used to do ballet, so she would line us up and teach us plies and such. Whenever I hear "How Deep is Your Love", I count in my head "and plie two-three-four and rest two-three-four..."
 
This sounds weird, but the Bee Gees are ballet music in my head. My kindergarten teacher used to do ballet, so she would line us up and teach us plies and such. Whenever I hear "How Deep is Your Love", I count in my head "and plie two-three-four and rest two-three-four..."


I got the Bee Gees and Queen for my gym class, where they just introduced aerobics.

Every time another one bites the dust comes on, I feel the need to start moving.
 
for my dearest Lorelei.

I'd hate you if you weren't so cute. :mad:

This sounds weird, but the Bee Gees are ballet music in my head. My kindergarten teacher used to do ballet, so she would line us up and teach us plies and such. Whenever I hear "How Deep is Your Love", I count in my head "and plie two-three-four and rest two-three-four..."

"Like a Virgin" is like that for me, but with aerobics.
 
Dear George R.R. Martin,

Eat a dick, you fat old bastard. Either finish those goddamn books or just fucking die already. I'm sure Brandon Sanderson can finish your story up nicely. Even better, it won't take him six friggin' years to crap out a thousand pages that barely move things forward at all. Hell, in six years he could write your two books and probably half a dozen of his own. It's called a work ethic, you plodding geezer.

So, yeah, eat a dick and choke on it.

Love,
Your #1 Fan
 
All I know is that I'd have substantially fewer boxes containing sand and feces in my house if I didn't own a cat.
 
In case you were like...what was Wings doing today? She was driving. And sunning her skin. At the same time. Because she's a Jeep girl and they rock.
 

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In case you were like...what was Wings doing today? She was driving. And sunning her skin. At the same time. Because she's a Jeep girl and they rock.

Diamond in the back,
Sunroof top,
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean,
ooooooooooo~


:kiss:
 
Pedicure done. Watching an episode of Hoarders to motivate me to start the house cleaning. I am intrigued/afraid/horrified by that show's chaos. That mental illness has me so perplexed, but there is a psychologist on the show who vocalizes why the hoarders do what they do. What an absolutely terrifying and fascinating illness. That ought to get me motivated to clean, man.

Judging from the yelling downstairs, the World Cup game got exciting?
 
When a friendship goes sour - or rather, when it turns out to never have been a friendship at all, at least on their end - and you're hurt but then you get over it and you go on with your life. You don't talk to them for months. Then out of nowhere they contact you, weird and ominous threats, then disappear. You're freaked out, but happy to know that 1) they were never your friend, and 2) they're out of your life. Months pass. Then someone tells you they're spreading rumors about you, calling you a stalker.

I mean, wtf, dude. Grow up. Leave me the fuck alone. Seriously.

You'd better not be talking about me. I've never called you a stalker.

I don't talk about you you crazy bitch. Ever. People have their impressions of you and I leave them to their impressions. Ask anyone.

I've never threatened anyone. Do not push me, Laurel.

If anyone needs to grow up, it's you. You're carrying on like a dropkick because I sent you a PM asking if it was ok to respond to one of your posts. I'm in a great place right now. I suggest you do like me and get a life.

All that other bullshit you're spouting on about is just that. Bullshit.

Sonny knew it, and now so do I. Move on, Laurel. Tired of your immature games. This is your site, sure. But don't even try to bring personal shit up in here and think you're going to get away with it because you're the boss. Because that's not how I roll. I don't let this sort of shit slide.

So make a choice.
 
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