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So this week went from looking like an easy week to, now I have several things to accomplish and would take me twice the amount of time I have to complete them.
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I really wish I could go around the world and meet all my great friends on SS. To be able to spend a day or two with each of them and get to really know them would be a dream come true.
You can't get there from here, because when you get there you're still here and here is now there.
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I really wish I could go around the world and meet all my great friends on SS. To be able to spend a day or two with each of them and get to really know them would be a dream come true.


That would be cool... and enlightening.
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I need to sleep in a soundproof room.
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Person: may all your dreams come true.

Me: I'm not quite ready for the world to end yet.
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Suddenly so sleepy the ground looks so comfortable.
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Another day, another suspension... Whoopee!

I just LOVE this place and its heavy-handedness.

To hell with censorship, rampant feminism and bloody cry-babies who don't like or cannot handle honesty. Grow up!

I remain, of course, unapologetic and always will.
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I'm tired.


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Welcome back Entagled_Fate smile


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No, I'm not. Are you maybe?
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Welcome back Entagled_Fate smile


Thank you lovely
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Sounds good to me, Maggie.
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Let's try to keep it that way here.


No Way!!!

Here is some drama for you...

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she: be not her maid, since she is envious; her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!
You can't get there from here, because when you get there you're still here and here is now there.