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| I can't sleep... |
| 08.11.04 (10:23 pm) [edit] |
So you guys get random quizzes...
You're Exotic Dancer Barbie. You have some moves,
and will do anything for a few bucks. Take it
off girl, but keep it PG-13 please.
If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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YES! MY DREAM CAREER!
Category IV - The
Musketeer
You have a small, highly edited social group, and
you like it that way.
What Type of Social Entity are You?
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I've got no idea what that says about me.
Cocktail
?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??
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Whoot! A drink I like too!
Bai Hu - Tiger!
Mythological Background: The tiger is associated
with strength and the desire for a challenge.
It is also associated with hope to win, or
rather, the blooming season. It is also linked
to meandering, or the ability to be in contact
with a lot of aspects. The tiger also stands
for war and soldiers fighting to the end, for
the sake of their country.
Which Chinese Mythological Being Are You?
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Which, oddly enough, is what Year I am as well. Veeeeery creepy....
Gay Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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WOW. Um...yes...WOW.
I'm just so speechless I might be tired...
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| my mother and bathroom tile... |
| 08.11.04 (9:47 pm) [edit] |
My mom sweeps her hair up in these two claw clips of unmatched color every night as she washes her face and brushes her teeth. I can't tell you how many times I've sat on that gray formica counter in that yellow bathroom that I will so dearly miss and listened to her talk about her past and my future.
Today, I saw my mom as she was. I saw her as a young mother struggling in the middle of a soap opera between her controlling AFS mum and her AFS sister, Brigid. It was sooo weird to hear her talk about my AFS aunt and uncle and their struggles with my AFS grandma.
(AFS is a exchange program for students. My mom lived in New Zealand during her junior year of highschool. I consider the people she stayed with my family.)
It's funny what the bathroom tile whispers late at night.
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