My idea? I post my wishes. Then, I tag someone else to post his or her wishes on perspective blog. Maybe it will fly. Maybe not.
1. This Perfume
2. A Haircut from this Place
3. A freakin' massage *edit: earlier, I had spelled it 'message'. You live 26 years and then POOF! spelling right down the drain.
4. Any peice of this jewelry
5. A gift certificate from here
6. These shoes
7. An island
8. Maggie
9. This facial product
10. Scion Accessories
Any of this is subject to change. Really.
I tag: Michaela, Spinning Girl, Madge, Kimberlina, Freiya (whose name I probably misspelled...again). GO TO IT, LADIES!
Name: Fritz
Location: Detroit Rock City!
Where the weak are killed and eaten
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Inane Anna
Teach me, Arachnae
A Woman for All Seasons
Stuntmother
Somewhere in Middle America
Knitty Kitty
Kimberlina Ballerina
Super Uber MILF
Death Wore A Feathered Mullet
Miss Kendra's Golden State
Boobs McGillicutty
Corley's Blue Texas
Sysm's Systemic Statements
Nick's Sac
Jiggs Casey
Jamwall
A Dude and His Dogs in Detroit
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WHAT the HELL?
Things Worth Noting
Michael Makes me a Rock Star
Michael is an Artist
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What I Live By:
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
