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Go to urbandictionary. com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you.

1) Your name?Melanie is name for a girl. french, means "dark". like dark hair, olive skin. people named melanie are always really pretty and super nice. just sexy, if you will. used to say it when seeing a pretty girl, but they obviously will never match up to her standards.
DAMN!!!!! That girl is definatly a Melanie.


2) Your age? #1) Number often used in fiction because it is inconspicuous: A prime number greater than 25 but less than 50.

3) One of your friends?a highly intelligent, amazing and beautiful specimen of the human race. loved by all, hated by none



4) What should you be doing?A worldwide slave labour organisation used to control modern man and prevent independant thought from occuring in any form. This is the reason it's much harder to make anything of yourself working in creative arts, such as acting and singing - the government sees anyone more popular than them as a threat to their power. It is also an ingenious creation to make placebos such as computers and photocopiers look important to our way of life. Some may argue that the workplace is desigend to build character and learn about teamwork...others prefer to think of it as the perfect place to practise your aiming skills as you throw ball after ball of scrunched up paper into the bin in the corner, then make a little competition out of it with fellow colleagues.
You are here to work, not to have fun!
"

5) Favorite color?a beautiful flower or an extremely sexy girl. a flirtatious, crazy person can be referred to as a Violet. The flower is found in Africa; see African Violets and a Violet girl is found wearing hoop earrings and smiling.
Random Savillion: "Did you see that girl dancing at the club last night?"
Urban Adolescent: "Yeah, dude. She was such a VIOLET."


6) Hometown?Philadelphia isn't just a city that lies between the shadows of New York and Washington, it is a city where the Eagles are the topic of dinner conversation year round. It is where a meal consists of a cheesesteak, Natty light, soft pretzels,
and Tasty Kakes for dessert. It is where there is a Wawa on every corner, and you look forward to the 1st day of Spring when Rita's gives out free "wooder" ice. It is where you know it's a hoagie, not a sub and the shore, not the beach. Most importantly, where everyone is brothers and it is ok to say hello to someone you don't know if they are a birds fan. That is Philadelphia, the city of Brotherly Love... Outsiders will never understand



7) Month of your birthday?
love sucks month

8) Last person you talked to? A ridiculous hairstyle
Derived from Donald Trump the U.S. tycoon
"Hey, check the Donald on that guy over there"
"That guy's Donald looks as though he had his hair styled in a Boeing wind tunnel"
"You gotta buzzard on your head or is your Donald MEANT to look like that?"


9) What did you last eat? A two part sexual act involving A) ejaculation into the female participants naval cavity and B) Tanning said female, ejaculate and female intact.
Optionally served with crumbled saltines before step A.
Tom: I'm hungry...lets go to the diner.
Kerri: But that diner isn't 24 hours.
Tom: Lets go back to my place...I'm serving French Onion soup all night


10) Your nickname?.a cool tomboy girl, usually short for Melissa or Melony. she likes to hang with the boys and often doesn't have many girl-friends. hot.

girl-nextdoor type that anyone would like to spend their life with.
"man...that mel is great. she plays video games and watches football with me, yet she is still so hot! I want to be with her!"

Almost as cool as Book-It.... almost

( reading some back posts made me remember these... anyone else? )

I am not fully back to square.  Saturday was rough for thinking and functioning.  I am going to get a shower, make phone calls, and work on my short story.  I am trying to function and not fuck shit up.

One call will be to my T.  She may or not get me by cell today, but I hope so, I just want to hear some kindness, know someone understands how horrible it is to lose a pet friend, a best friend.  I will probly try to call my sister Mary today to check in and I know she will commiserate with me.  I haven't cried enough, parts are not done grieving. 

We have two other dogs here, Justine's viscious little mutt, and Lily's little Daschund.  I need to get time to have Bailey, Justine's dog, neutered.  Hope that will help some of his aggression. 

Still waiting on the man that said he would fix the bathroom floor and toilet.  I may have to call someone else, and then Julie from sculpture class said she could do it in a few weeks after the show. 

*****  I had this weird dream this morning.  It was pretty long and I might not get it all down.  I died and so did Justine.  We were in some holding place with a lot of other people.  There was an older rock star there and one of his groupies, lol.  Can't remember his name right now.  Anyway, God was there and he could use his white robed biblical visual or just look like a man, sort of like Jesus, kind of.  He didn't pay us much mind for a while, then finally he got rid of Justine and some of her new heaven slutty, punk, flirty friends...they went somewhere else.  Not hell though, but somewhere for a retraining?  When God got to us he said he had a job to do in colorado and was deciding where to put us.  I said please not colorado cause they too have tornadoes.  Well we had to help with the job in colorado and he left us there.  I was sad, upset and couldn't find anything to do.  I walked around a farm, and I watched the other dead people who appeared with me, and some of them interacted with other people already there.  It was summery and there were three men making storms and tornadoes happen.  I didn't like it, and got sadder.  I walked in the storms and tornadoes cause I was dead, so I figured I couldn't die again, right...I talked to a guy who was blowing energy or sparks or something, and he said it took him a year to be able to do that, he thought he was so cool, so I asked someone walking by for their batteries and stuck them to my chest and absorbed the energy cause I didn't know how to suck energy from around me like the other guy that thought he was so cool.  I blew at the guy and he laughed, then I pointed my finger at him and tiny sparks flew out, not much, and he laughed again at me.  I wondered if I should just watch and talk with all the folks that had been there a while to see what skills were available, magic skills I thought, so I could see and learn something useful and powerful.  I kept getting sadder, depressed and suicidal.  We were at a table and there was this grey bread goup that some were eating and liking and I wanted to puke.  I put my head on the table cause I was so bad feeling and god was talking and I didn't really listen.  I wanted to die, but I was already dead.  I wanted to cut but I was already dead.  I wasn't really upset about being dead though.  It just was and I was in this place, but very sad and depressed and suicidal.  I wasn't even sure god noticed or cared.  I felt disrespectful for not eating the grey goup, but it made me want to puke looking at it.  I went walking with a woman and she or someone had a question and I hollered to god, but he was busy, and told her I would get his attention later and ask whatever it was and get her answer.  There were a few horses but some folks were messing with them and they just didn't fit me.  I wished god would conjure one up for me to ride.  Then I might be a little happy.  I wanted to find a cliff to jump off to see if I would really crash or fly, since I was dead, lol.  Somehow I guess god noticed how I was feeling and while I was walking I heard him tell a guy behind me that, "She isn't in a very good attitude, so you need to watch her for me."  Like I could do anything being dead.  I kept walking and later god in his more "jesus" look, put a hand on my shoulder and I jumped out of my skin and freaked out.  Told him not to touch me, which is from a young part inside actually, cause we are cool with touch in real life, just a part or two are odd about it on rare occasions.  God said excuse me and I am sorry, and was walking next to me and I have no clue what he was telling us, but I know why I jumped, my past of course, and I wondered if god knew, and I felt bad I had jumped and got freaked out, but I felt so bad nothing mattered.  I don't remember much more, but it would be interesting to get back in this dream and see what else happens.

Despite the heavy nature of the weekend, there were a few laughs to be had. We stopped at Burger King yesterday after cat-shelter duty. Check out the sign...

* When you advertise as an IT Agency, and your website says that you are an
IT Agency, please do not try to tell me that you are not an IT Agency.
* When you tell me that you are offering to put me forward for a contract,
please do not really mean a permanent position.
* When you state that you are offering a package, please do not include
Superannuation in that 'package'. Super is a Federal Government requirement,
and as such is not legally part of any package (unless you are offering
above and beyond the Government requirement, which you are not).
* When you say that the amount you are offering is the cash amount, please
do not then turn around and say that it is the Base-rate plus shares and
Super (see last point).
* Please do not use the word 'over-qualified', as there is no such thing for
a 3 month contract. If I can do the work, I can do the work, and 3 months is
(literally) tomorrow.
* When you advertise a requirement of 'Min 3 years in Support', please do
not tell me that I have too much experience unless you actually mean
'between 1-3 years'
* When you ask me how much money I am asking, please do not push this issue
when I state that 'money is commensurate to the position'. As I have
explained on a number of occasions, this changes depending on the actual
position, and you can always put "$Neg" in the pigeon-hole electronic box
that you need to fill.
* Further, when I say that my rate for a position would be between $x & $y,
do not insist on putting the higher rate down and then (when I call back)
say I am overpriced because of the higher rate you insisted on entering.
* When saying that you're offering a package for the position I am
interested in, please have the details of the package available instead of
just waffling about, trying to deflect the question, and finally falling
back on 'I have to ask my MD, but it's around that amount' - which simply
says that you have no idea.
* When I submit an application stating that I am only interested in contract
opportunities with your agency, do NOT put me forward for a permanent
position.
* When you ask what would change my mind about permanent positions, please
expect me to give you a polite and yet honest answer.
* When you use the word 'guarantee', please ensure that you know the
correct meaning of the word.
* When you advertise a contract or position at 11am, please do not tell me
that the client withdrew the position yesterday... as I have the proof
otherwise on the screen in front of me.
* When you say that you will continue to put me forward for other contracts,
please do so. That way, when I see an ad for another contract (which I am
qualified for) I will not expect to have you say: "...but I have put you
forward for one already." After all, if I get placed, you get the $.
* When you say "I will call you back", have the common courtesy to do so.

There are more... but it would start sounding even *more* nit-picky.
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Giant inflatable "Kiddiepillar" with obstacle course inside.

( Caterpillar poop )

From Tatiana Cardeal's photostream

i was looking for pictures of helen keller mostly because i was going to make a joke at her expense (why yes, i am an asshole. how'd you guess?) but then i found this picture and thought, "why make jokes, this is pretty damn funny on it's own."

(though i do kinda wanna macro it to say, "it's like i can touch you."

DK why but seriously, this picture makes me LOL everytime I look at it. I'm guessing mid 80's middle school dance haha.

looking for that perfect christmas gift for a special undead someone? how bout a 2009 zombie pinup calendar?


i'm posting Ms. Undead September as that's my birthday month

monday: Braaaaiiiiiins
tuesday: Braaaaaaiiiins
wesdnesday: braaaaaaaains
thursday: date with matt
friday: BRAAAAAAIIIIINS!!