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[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

it's not a very much faster death.... and... it's a lot less boredom.

 

but i can easily resist.

 

and die of boredom.

[Crimson_Ayla]

Can you juggle?

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

i didn't find rosemary's baby creepy but the subsequent events... yeah. sad that.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

not without endangering the cats. and that would not make me less bored.

[Guest PiotrekS]

The music's great but creepy for me.

 

subsequent events were just beyond sad.

 

Juggle the cats. They land alright. That won't be boring, with all the claws and teeth and stuff.

[Crimson_Ayla]

Yes

 

That would be interesting

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

they cling way too well to juggle.

 

and they are not declawed so i would be doomed if i tried.

 

juggling would bore me more i think besides

 

ok, disturbingly close sirens... hopefull not but probably to be followed by the very close medivac copters. that is not boring but not good at all.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

no, it is not interesting to juggle cats. herding them is as much fun as any human should attempt.

 

now guinnae pigs... those are good for juggling.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

ok... only on siren and noc opters yet... that's better... hopefully just a domestic call.

 

i do not like living almost next door to the helipad.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

also known as the school parking lot.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

i was bored enough to cut 10 cat claws. and the poor thing was pitiful enough to let me.

Edited January 15, 2012 by cindy

[Guest PiotrekS]

wow, good job!

 

I'm more miserable than bored and have a hell of things to do, but don't feel like doing them.

 

Probably should do them anyway.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cG0qv9s0VNo&list=PL3A8E9E598016C2C0&index=7&feature=plpp_video

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

good movie. good song.

 

for a change i'm much more bored than miserable but the one will lead to the other as day leads to night.

 

don't do anything because you should, only do things if you have to or want to. the shoulds can often be avoided forever.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

iwould suggest misery lessening activities... but i know of no legal or moral ones.

[Xamol Na]

I never do things because I have to. I only do what I want to do. It would take something truely special to make me do something I don't want to do ;P

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

this thread is very... moody...

 

pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diCtNrlk964

[Crimson_Ayla]

Rolling down hills is quite fun

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

I never do things because I have to. I only do what I want to do. It would take something truely special to make me do something I don't want to do ;P

 

 

for me it was the rent.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

ah, been looking for this one for a while. up to me. real sad song.

 

http://videos.sapo.pt/I9gbs0sZUz1dCbmbSLFi

[Crimson_Ayla]

My legs still ache :)

 

I look funny when I walk. I was trying to get up the stairs and it hurt and I collapsed in a fit of hysterical laughter. It was quite odd...

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing

Death kept followin’, trackin’ us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing

Now somebody’s got to show their hand, time is an enemy

I know you’re long gone, I guess it must be up to me

 

If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it, I guess I would’ve let it slide

If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity

Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me

 

Oh, the Union Central is pullin’ out and the orchids are in bloom

I’ve only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume

In fourteen months I’ve only smiled once and I didn’t do it consciously

Somebody’s got to find your trail, I guess it must be up to me

 

It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch

I’d just about convinced myself that nothin’ had changed that much

The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key

Somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me

 

Well, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers’ club

I would’ve followed you in the door but I didn’t have a ticket stub

So I waited all night ’til the break of day, hopin’ one of us could get free

When the dawn came over the river bridge, I knew it was up to me

 

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk

Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work

Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?

You looked a little burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me

 

Well, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat

She’s everything I need and love but I can’t be swayed by that

It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be

But she ain’t a-gonna make me move, I guess it must be up to me

 

We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex

It didn’t amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects

When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty

Somebody’s got to tell the tale, I guess it must be up to me

 

Well, Dupree came in pimpin’ tonight to the Thunderbird Café

Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way

Well, I just can’t rest without you, love, I need your company

But you ain’t a-gonna cross the line, I guess it must be up to me

 

There’s a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle

She’s the one you been wond’rin’ about, but there’s really nothin’ much to tell

We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history

Somebody’s got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me

 

So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime

The ringleaders from the county seat say you don’t have all that much time

And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain’t my property

One of us has got to hit the road, I guess it must be up to me

 

And if we never meet again, baby, remember me

How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody

And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free

No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

My legs still ache :)

 

I look funny when I walk. I was trying to get up the stairs and it hurt and I collapsed in a fit of hysterical laughter. It was quite odd...

 

 

why?

[Crimson_Ayla]

Why to which part?

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

why do your legs ache?

[Crimson_Ayla]

I was attempting to play squash and got very enthusiastic and kept diving to hit the ball.

 

And I just kept falling over anyway... :)