I've never had good luck with relationships that start at the office so to speak. JMO, I think the two should be kept separate. Not that I don't have lots of girl-friends at work, but that's all they are, friends.
Everything Has A Season And spring is the season of love We open doors as winters horrors Fade into the fading night.
Everything Has A Season But love once found, Can never be lost. Everything Has A Season But for love, everything Else is too much cost.
And springs renewal Of dead things come again Reminds us that love Is never dead, its just A matter of, not if, but when, And we open our hearts To the Earth's rebirth And think, maybe this time I'll give it all I'm worth.
And we open our hearts To the Earth's rebirth And think, maybe this time I'll give it all I'm worth, And that's when love Comes in the colors of An early spring rose.
Everyone complicates things too much. I live in the go-go-go of the city, but I was raised in the mountains. One thing I can say about the ADD generation. They NEED TO LEARN PATIENCE.
Joli and I first started talking in October of last year. We've become really close and she's coming to see me in May.
We don't want to rush things. Nothing ever good comes from rushing things. But we're both very special to each other and I can't see myself ever not being close.
I used to hunt when I was younger. We had a firm rule on hunting trips. The alcohol stays in town. Guns and booze don't mix. Cars and booze don't mix. So guns and cars and booze, don't mix.
Words are a lot less lethal than bullets or 4x4's, but can cause some major damage. When those words are driven by the heightened emotions brought about by the consumption of intoxicants, jeez.
So, think before you post. And if you're too stoned or drunk to think, then don't post. You'll save yourself, and a lot of other people a ton of grief.
Far be it too tell you not to drink. But its against the law to drink and drive a car. Why shouldn't it be against the law to drink and post.
I've seen a lot of Rum-rambles in this place in my time. It is never pretty.
Blood on the Highway?
Nah. Blood on the Forums.
I'm tired of seeing the empty carcasses of profiles hauled off to CS's morgue.
Elwood P. Dowd: Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, "In this world, Elwood, you must be" - she always called me Elwood - "In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant." Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me. - Harvey
Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago, 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain And the valley-folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath the stone, And the valley-people swore They'd have it for their very own.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley Sent a message up the hill, Asking for the buried treasure, Tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers we will share All the secrets of our mountain, All the riches buried there."
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses! Draw your sword!" And they killed the mountain-people, So they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure, On the mountain, dark and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath it... "Peace on Earth" was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
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