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[saanders]

Last night I dreamed I killed the lead singer of Coheed and Cambria. I shot him in the head with a bow and arrow like the wonderfully friendly person I am. Sadly, or maybe just scarily, I kill a lot in my dreams. I once took down an entire invading alien army with a pocket knife, and that's how it usually goes down, very close, personal, bloody

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[jarlalex]

I am somehow not surprised that such a soul-exchange incident occurred in oiur high school. All sorts of wacky sh*t went on there. And usually the teachers would pretend not to notice, then laugh about it when they thought we weren't around.

The CIA isn't chartered to deal with domestic security issues, so they wouldn't have been terribly concerned if you mis-remembered your social security number. Now, the FBI might. And as for my own nemesis, the Pittsfield Township Police... well, let's just say you'd better know every number on every card in your wallet.

I find the bit about your previous relationships rather curious. Did you start dating when you were 8? Or has my skill in maths slipped?

[saanders]

A bit earlier than that, and some relationships occur similtaniously as some did not really end before others began.

[anonymous]

Depression sucks. I hate waking up and not wanting to get out of bed.

This one time, I moved passed the stage where you want to commit suicide. It was like I had died on the inside. There was no pain, so sadness, no comfort, no joy, nothing....if someone had chopped my sister's head off, I wouldn't have flinched. It's the most horrible place I've ever been.

It only lasted about a half hour because I figured out what to do. I took a shaver and cut the soft part of my arm. Each swipe cut three slices because the shaver has three blades. With the first three swipes, I didn't really feeling anything. The fourth swipe stung. When I went to do it a fifth time, I flinched and couldn't bring myself to do it because I was anticipating the pain. I was alive again--and I had tons of energy! But then after a couple of hours, I sunk back down into depression--not the severe kind where I'm dead, but the normal kind where I want to die.

[saanders]

To paraphrase the Beetles, Where do all the lonely people come from?

[anonymous]

you left out the part where you were three handshakes away from the queen

[saanders]

Not exactly, I did talk about Jane Goodall, just not dad meeting Prince Charles. Yeah, a lot's happened in 21 years, forgive me if I don't cover it all in one post.

[godlikego]

souls belong to god. we're on a sub-lease. we can't really trade them.

damn. you've led a colorful life. i know that wasn't the point of the post(i think anyway), but you have.

[saanders]

Not a lot of point to the post actually. Just letting my lips flap in the breeze actually.