I’d love for my other self, the missing half of me to show up. I think I left her somewhere on the 3rd floor of Benson Hall on Florida Avenue back in 1998… Hell, I might just have to go get her myself! :D :D
My grand father died four years ago after suffering from cancer, his sons and daughters started to fight for his fortune. Till now I don’t belive the fact that he is dead so I wish that he shows up and gather the family again.
Where’s your son? D:
I wish my sister would come home… :(
Also, that’s great!!!
Wear your seatbelt! @yankeetooter,
Just the hole “I thought I saw him…” thing. We’ve had several conversations about it. She “sees” “him” a lot.
It’s gotta be rough. :(
Why do you guys get all the hot pizza guys? Our pizza guy is really fat and he smells and his name is Clyde. One time I lived on the ground floor of a three story house that was split up into 3 apartments. The second floor was accessed from the outside, up a steep, rickety set of wooden stairs. A bunch of college boys lived there. I stepped out one evening to see gelatinous, mountainous Clyde standing at the bottom of the stairs, with a pizza warmer bag in his arms, gazing mournfully up the rickety stairs.
I said, “Clyde…do you need me to take that pizza up to the boys?”
He nodded mournfully, so I did. And brought his money and his tip back down. And I didn’t even get no pizza.
I remember ordering a pizza in Canberra and the price for some reason was different to the price advertised. I think there might have been a delivery fee or something and we were short of money and the pizza guy put the money in. I have never forgotten that. It was so refreshing. We went the next day to hand over the money to the store but they were closed and we were leaving, but the kindness has stayed with me.
@Faidle…it is, but I think it might be my mind doing that to help me cope with the thought of never getting to see him again (he’s not teaching there this summer or fall, after being on the schedule initially to do so…). Of course, it might actually have been him…I only got to see this person from the back, but they were the same height, had the same hair style, carried a backpack that looked like his and dressed similarly. I wish I would have caught up to them, just to see that my mind was playing tricks, but they were too far ahead, and I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself…
Awwwwww!!! MrShinyShoes She had the voice of an angel. I love her voice too.
I would love to see Russell Crowe standing next to me. I don’t even need to talk to him. Just to feel his presence would be enough. Sick, right?
@Earthgirl Yes, her voice was so different from any other female singer. The quality alone was very special. She sung the song without a lot of “tricks”, unlike so many singers you hear today screeching and hollering, twisting their voices like on American Idol (yeech). For me, she was the best female pop vocalist who ever lived.
Nah, I don’t think that’s sick. You can actually “feel” the soul of the person standing next to you, the energy. No talk needed.
POOR CLYDE!!! Ok…I’m gonna put a stop to this! At one point I worked as a bank teller. While in training at the drive through Clyde drove up.
“O God,” one of the other tellers said. “It’s Clyde.”
I said, “What? What’s wrong?”
She said, “He comes in once a week and deposits his cash tips. Have you seen where he keeps his tips?”
She said, “Yeah. In that apron. Under his belly. His belly covers it. He sweats all over it and he never takes a shower. His money STINKS SO BAD!!!!!”
She made me take the deposit. She wasn’t kiddin’!
So…I’ll give Clyde your number @KatetheGreat. Just pass it on! Heh!
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