Dee

I've removed EVERYONE from this list that is not a community. This is a dead journal and only use it to look at a few communities. Please remove me from your lists. I've said this before that I've changed journals, why can't you people freaking listen. Tells me how much any of you ever read my journal.

You are 93% Scorpio

Fair warning these are Pro-Life icons. If you don't agree with them keep your mouth shut all negative comments will be deleted.

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What is love?

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?

Then it's Love.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?

Then it's Love.

Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?

Then it's Love.

Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?

Then it's Love.

Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?

Then it's Love.

But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?

Then it's Love.

Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?

Then it's Love.
Now, if Love is painful, and tortures us so,
why do we Love?
Why is it all we search for in life?
This pain, this agony?
Why is it all we long for?
This torture, this powerful death of self?
Why?
Because it's...
Love

Author: Unknown

Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.

I went to the store the other day. I was only in there for about 5 minutes.

When I came out there was a city cop writing out a parking ticket.

I went up to him and said, "Come on, Buddy, How about giving a senior a break?"

He ignored me and continued writing the ticket.

I called him a name. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires.

So I called him a worse name. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windsheild with the first.

Then he started writing a third ticket.

This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him the more tickets he wrote.

I didn't care. My car was parked around the corner and this one had an "Elect John Kerry" bumper sticker on it.

I try to have a little fun each day now that I'm retired.

It's important at our age.

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?"

St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."

"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"

"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie."

"Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"

St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."

"Where's John Kerry's clock?" asked the man.

"Kerry's" clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."

Tommy and I had a fight last night. He pretended to be this girl and proceeded to call me all kinds of names. Well bout 20 mins later he comes back and is like I'm sorry blah blah and said he only said that because he was mad but wouldnt tell me what he was mad about. I told him I only regreted one thinga and one thing I didnt regret. I said I regret that I loved you and dont regret my decision not to sleep with you. He didn't really say much after that. I told him to delete me off of his msgrs and to forget about me. I don't think he deleted me because ... well I don't know why I think that but I don't think he did.

Stupid fucking men. See what ya get when ya lie to me?

"God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us - in the most dreariest and most dreade momenst can see a possibility of hope."

- Maya Angelou


"Evil redheads make boybands go ewwwww!"

- Crimson Chin in Fairly Odd Parents


"Grow old along with me the best is yet to be."
- Robert Browning


"Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me."
- Carol Burnett

'Superman' star Reeve dead at 52

I haven't had the chance to read this yet and probably won't until tomorrow or so, so I can't really tell you anything about it except that it makes me want to cry.