Happy birthday, Beverly!! May it be a fabulous one.
Tracy ,'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Happy birthday, Beverly!
Dude. I just made scrambled eggs. Someone be proud of me.
Happy Birthday, Beverly!
Dude. I just made scrambled eggs. Someone be proud of me.
Yay, P-C! Did you use a little sour cream? Yum.
Shit. I'm researching again. I mean, I'm looking for specific answers to questions. But, in that searching I'm finding more stuff that I think would be interesting to include. Damn. This project just keeps getting bigger and bigger.
Yay, P-C! Did you use a little sour cream? Yum.
Nope. Maybe I'll add some next time. I just threw in some milk, salt, pepper, and hot sauce.
This project just keeps getting bigger and bigger.
Keep your scope in mind, vw. Think: if you didn't know anything at all about your topic, would you, as a reader, need to know this information to understand your paper?
Does that sort of extinction of being freak out other people here?
Kind of, but I won't be around to notice it, so it's a bit of a wash.
I like the idea that there's an energy in me -- in all life, including my abused philodendron and the cat who's sitting on my mouse pad-- that existed before I was born, and will exist after I'm gone. It fits well into how I view the cosmos.
But if I'm wrong, and if that energy or soul or life-spark is just a story I like to tell myself ... so be it. Like I said, I won't know it.
Also, happy anniversary to Kat and Lori, and happy birthday to Beverly.
I think Buddhists believe(Astarte knows more than I) that yes, we all get a piece of the divine and some life force, and when we, individually, die, life kind of gets it back. I like this, but gotta tell ya, part of my American soul is still like "But what about the part that's me?" And I don't know.
we all get a piece of the divine and some life force, and when we, individually, die, life kind of gets it back.
This makes total sense to me. Matter cannot be created or destroyed; also, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Maybe I'm a stealth Buddhist. (So stealth I don't know it myself.)