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Name: jay
Interests: making a difference, loving unconditionally, being beautiful, finding meaningful songs, having intellectual conversations, creating chaos, embracing immaturity.
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Member Since:
9/1/2007
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| Everyone has something really strange about them. I call them wacky facts, and I have a heaping pile of them. So here, for your enjoyment, are my wacky facts. - i hate ice cubes: i hate the feel of them and i hate the sound that they would make, if they made a sound, when you rubbed them against eachother. but they do add to a beverage.
- i'm afraid of: ladybugs, butterflies, the dark, and werewolves.
- people with handicaps make me feel nauseous. not because they're gross or anything, but because i feel so bad that i was just born the way i am, and they were born the way they were.
- i'm a perfectionist when it comes to titles on paper. if i'm taking a note in class, and the title doesn't look perfect, i crumple up the paper, and start again, and so nobody notices, i bounce my legs as a distraction. i think i'm solely responsible for killing most of the trees in canada.
- i worry that people won't hire me because i'm just below the average height of most of the people i know. i'm 5'5.5
- i love my body, but i'm still self conscious about it
- when i was younger i threw my cat to the boy next door, from my two storey high, bedroom window, to his two storey high, bedroom window. . . the cat didn't make it, but she survived the fall (sorry winnie the pooh, . . whatever happened to you? . . huh. i don't remember what we did with that cat when we moved.)
- i really, want to work at sportchek or home depot.
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| i've given this issue a lot of thought,
in my situation i've had no choice,
these thoughts swirling in my mind, i have fought
but at last i've found a practical voice
they say my days are quickly running out,
chained to this damn pachine each day and night
he waits everyday to find a hint of doubt
that what doctors say can surely be right
it's time for him to simply accept this,
but while he crosses fingers, i wait to die.
this morning he gave me a tender kiss,
on the cheek as he finally said goodbye.
he reaches beside the bed and sets me free
i'll never forget his favor to me. | | |
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