Isolated Blurt Thread

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I've saved all my comments.

Well except for the one that said the next thing I write should be a suicide note. That I tossed. ;)
 
There will be days when I will not understand the motivations of most of the people around me.

That does not label me "clueless".

*nods in self-affirmation*
 
Mrs. Donovan was walking down O'Connell Street in Dublin when she
met
up with Father Flaherty.

The Father said, 'Top o' the mornin' to ye! Aren't ye Mrs. Donovan
and
didn't I marry ye and yer hoosband 2 years ago?'

She replied, 'Aye, that ye did, Father.'

The Father asked, 'And be there any wee little ones yet?'

She replied, 'No, not yet, Father.'

The Father said, 'Well now, I'm going to Rome next week and I'll
light
a candle for ye and yer hoosband.'

She replied, 'Oh, thank ye, Father.'

They then parted ways.

Some years later they met again.

The Father asked, 'Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are ye these days?'

She replied, 'Oh, very well, Father!'

The Father asked, 'And tell me, have ye any wee ones yet?'

She replied, 'Oh yes, Father! Three sets of twins and 4 singles,
10 in
all!'

The Father said, 'That's wonderful! How is yer loving hoosband
doing?'

She replied, 'E's gone to Rome to blow out yer fookin' candle.'
 
I wonder if Barbra Streisand ever has morning dread. Or Ellen DeGeneres. What about Ellen?
Does she ever get up and say, "Goddammit, I have to tape that damn talk show. Maybe I just don't feel like putting on my stylish lesbian clothes and bopping around happily in Converse sneakers, okay???"

P.S.- Zade, you can have the cupcake now.
 
I'm not going to look anymore... It's depressing. :(

I've actually got 11,000 plus words, now that's cool. :)

I'm craving chocolate. I want some sooooooo badly. I have none in the house. I've fought the urge for the last several days, I had some over the weekend and now I want more. :eek:

I reached out a hand of friendship and got back a fistful of lies. I'm not surprised though. :rolleyes:

I'm anxious to hear from my editor, yet fearful too. He does too well of a job sometimes. :eek:
 
*HUGS* to them what needs 'em.

Vana. You know you're not allowed to play with anything sharper that a rubber ball. ;)
 
Why does Lunch keep avoiding me so? I look at the time, and I am gaining on Lunch, but it always seems to be just a step ahead of me, keeping away for longer and longer each day. Why do you run from me so? Why doesn't Lunch want me to have it?
 
The time was right to pounce! So I went out, I grabbed Lunch with both hands, dragged it back to the office, and now as punishment I am going to devour it!

Mmm, this pizza sure tastes good :D
 
That was the weirdest fucking police siren I have ever heard.:eek:



Come to think of it.....it's the first time I've heard a police siren in this neighborhood.
 
I lost the battle... but chocolate will not win the war. I will not eat the whole bag. I bought a big bag so I could say that. :D If it were a small bag then it would have won hands down, but now with a big bag I have a fighting chance... right?
 
*totally isolated blurt*

I know you're probably busy, but a "glad you're okay." would be nice. :(
 
I lost the battle... but chocolate will not win the war. I will not eat the whole bag. I bought a big bag so I could say that. :D If it were a small bag then it would have won hands down, but now with a big bag I have a fighting chance... right?

chocolate always wins...it is chocolate...the question is how long the battle rages :rose:
 
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