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Shouryu
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What's the ratio of Stanley Nickels to Schrute Bucks?
Same as the ratio of unicorns to leprechans.
What's the ratio of Stanley Nickels to Schrute Bucks?
Did someone post a duckface selfie and announce they just shaved their legs up in here? Lol...oh forgive me dear Christians, I thought this was Facebook! Haha...God bless you! I love you all! Goodnight!
Something small happened on Friday, small and yet it started the emotional avalanche that I am now buried under.
I have accepted defeat. I am killing all hope. It is better that way for me, right now. At this point I'd rather live as a cynic, cold to glimmers of possibility, than to live as a pained hopeful.
I don't want to hear cliche Christian answers. Maybe they are true, but I am not at the point at which I will take them to heart.
Just a heads up, really, since until I dig my way out, I likely won't be on much.
Something small happened on Friday, small and yet it started the emotional avalanche that I am now buried under.
I have accepted defeat. I am killing all hope. It is better that way for me, right now. At this point I'd rather live as a cynic, cold to glimmers of possibility, than to live as a pained hopeful.
I don't want to hear cliche Christian answers. Maybe they are true, but I am not at the point at which I will take them to heart.
Just a heads up, really, since until I dig my way out, I likely won't be on much.
Something small happened on Friday, small and yet it started the emotional avalanche that I am now buried under.
I have accepted defeat. I am killing all hope. It is better that way for me, right now. At this point I'd rather live as a cynic, cold to glimmers of possibility, than to live as a pained hopeful.
I don't want to hear cliche Christian answers. Maybe they are true, but I am not at the point at which I will take them to heart.
Just a heads up, really, since until I dig my way out, I likely won't be on much.
You think at times you are doing right, and then later when you reflect back sometimes you realise how much unnecessary havoc you caused by your decisions. The people that got effected by your choices. But this is how life is, we can only keep moving forward to find meaning at the end for what we have done.
Something small happened on Friday, small and yet it started the emotional avalanche that I am now buried under.
I have accepted defeat. I am killing all hope. It is better that way for me, right now. At this point I'd rather live as a cynic, cold to glimmers of possibility, than to live as a pained hopeful.
I don't want to hear cliche Christian answers. Maybe they are true, but I am not at the point at which I will take them to heart.
Just a heads up, really, since until I dig my way out, I likely won't be on much.
Life sucks! People stink! Chocolate and Ice Cream are your best friends!
Hey Elephant could use your help in Speak Your Mind have a truthseeker and it is early for the Blond to be fighting for the Lord alone.... come on over and help a Blond out..... We have a live one....
He comes around all the time.......one screen name or another........already spotted him. Just don't bother responding to his comments.............best way. He won't be here long, sooner or later he will slip up and go too far with his condemnations.
But aren't we suppose to be seed planters. Maybe just maybe one day a seed will grow and God will get through? For real....or is this my Blond hope springs eternal feature?
If all the seeds that have been planted towards him were to bloom, he would be a rain forest by now. Do what you feel led to, but don't be sad when you are rebuked. And don't be offended when his rebuke becomes more and more personal.
Blond is willing to suffer for the cause if it means one might make a choice for Dad.....I mean I have already been told I is going to hell and am a demon how much worse can it get? I try to always hold out hope for them.....
Someday you will feel better... but someday can be a long, long way away. What do you do between now and someday?Something small happened on Friday, small and yet it started the emotional avalanche that I am now buried under.
I have accepted defeat. I am killing all hope. It is better that way for me, right now. At this point I'd rather live as a cynic, cold to glimmers of possibility, than to live as a pained hopeful.
I don't want to hear cliche Christian answers. Maybe they are true, but I am not at the point at which I will take them to heart.
Just a heads up, really, since until I dig my way out, I likely won't be on much.