congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud
which happy bunny are you?
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Friday, May 28, 2004
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
what is love?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to
8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader
and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint
her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time,
even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca - age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You
just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne
and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French
fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip
before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of
kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and
Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening
presents and listen,"
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend
who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it
everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still
friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked
at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He
was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore,"
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else
kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is
handsomer than Brad Pitt ."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone
all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old
clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little
stars come out of you"
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think
it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you
mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget,"
Jessica - age 8
And the final one --
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was
asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an
elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man
cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto
his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had
said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to
8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader
and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint
her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time,
even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca - age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You
just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne
and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French
fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip
before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of
kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and
Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening
presents and listen,"
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend
who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it
everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still
friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked
at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He
was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore,"
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else
kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is
handsomer than Brad Pitt ."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone
all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old
clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little
stars come out of you"
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think
it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you
mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget,"
Jessica - age 8
And the final one --
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was
asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an
elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man
cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto
his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had
said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
so fuckin' salty right now
i sped thru the highway, going 90-95 miles an hour, barely missing a moron who coasted over to my lane and cut me off. i braked but got close enough to see the back of his neck and the color of his hair. oddly, after i regained control of my car as it swerved back and forth from the anti-lock braking, i calmly laid on my horn, blaring as if my car had a voice and it was screaming at him.i wasn't scared. i wasn't shaken up.
lately, words tend to fall out of my lips pretty easily. esp. the ones that cut.
lately, i walk with boxing gloves on, trying to find someone who would like to spar with me.
lately, my heart beat quickens and i find myself wanting to just open my door in the middle of the night and walk until my heart would just finally get the hint to slow itself down and settle in my chest cavity and stop rising up to my throat.
lately, i just don't give a shit about alot of things.
lately, i am just tired. tired of making sense of things. tired of crap blindsiding me left and right. tired of not being in control. tired of catching my breaths up with my sanity. tired of asking God "why?". tired of things changing and having me be the last to know."oh and by the way alfie, fuck you. here's another curveball and you figure out how to deal with it alone."
i am glad i am going to oregon. i just need to remove myself from los angeles for a minute. i don't care to think about anything.
but when i come back, i have my two middle fingers in my holsters, cocked and ready to unload as i scream "fuck you, life! bring it on!!!"
i sped thru the highway, going 90-95 miles an hour, barely missing a moron who coasted over to my lane and cut me off. i braked but got close enough to see the back of his neck and the color of his hair. oddly, after i regained control of my car as it swerved back and forth from the anti-lock braking, i calmly laid on my horn, blaring as if my car had a voice and it was screaming at him.i wasn't scared. i wasn't shaken up.
lately, words tend to fall out of my lips pretty easily. esp. the ones that cut.
lately, i walk with boxing gloves on, trying to find someone who would like to spar with me.
lately, my heart beat quickens and i find myself wanting to just open my door in the middle of the night and walk until my heart would just finally get the hint to slow itself down and settle in my chest cavity and stop rising up to my throat.
lately, i just don't give a shit about alot of things.
lately, i am just tired. tired of making sense of things. tired of crap blindsiding me left and right. tired of not being in control. tired of catching my breaths up with my sanity. tired of asking God "why?". tired of things changing and having me be the last to know."oh and by the way alfie, fuck you. here's another curveball and you figure out how to deal with it alone."
i am glad i am going to oregon. i just need to remove myself from los angeles for a minute. i don't care to think about anything.
but when i come back, i have my two middle fingers in my holsters, cocked and ready to unload as i scream "fuck you, life! bring it on!!!"
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