well i relieved some stress laughing about the stupidity of this so i guess it works

a $17 book! only in america can that guy get published when real writers and poets desperately try to get published for years

Don't lie unless you're not going to get caught

As some of u folks may recall about a month ago seth egged my car and apt front door as a part of a day long war i had with the assholes of 18E. when i yelled at him and told him his hateful acts were not funny, he proceeded to say that he called the 1800tbsfunny line and they had told him it was quite hilarious.

somehow i always knew he was lying, so that night i got online and posted the story of him egging on tbs' webpage. today they emailed me back, rating the story a 1.2 on a scale of 1-5. 1 being "pathetic" and 5 being "very funny". apparently i am right once again. if u'd like to see the story posted online go to the link above, scroll down to bottom of page and click the box that reads "rate it". im third down on the right side of the new page that pops up.

MAN DATES GAL ON INTERNET FOR SIX MONTHS -- AND IT TURNS OUT SHE'S HIS MOTHER!

i really couldnt make up a story better than this! make sure u read the ending of the article there's a twist u dont expect.

Quote of the day

"Bye, sweetie, you have a good day!!! Goodbye, precious-precious!!! You guys can figure out who's who."

-Mom saying bye to the dog and I as she leaves for work.

What is the limit to our dreams?

This morning I had a dream that seemed to last very long. It had every detail imagineable, and I'm telling you it would have taken literally hours for all parts of the dream to actually occur in real life. Then Mom woke me up and I realized I had only been asleep for five minutes. How is this possible? I believe this means that my subconscious has a great imagination, one that knows no restraint of time--seconds, minutes, years of a lifetime have no value. So I wonder maybe this power is secretly lying in all of us, in our most innate and natural selves. Maybe that is who we are all meant to be until some restraint in life brings us down. Think of how you thought about the world and all the things you were going to achieve when you were five years old. I know as an adult I was going to be a doctor, a vetrinarian, a mother of 20 kids, and a school teacher just to name a few. If I can do over a 100 things in my sleep in five minutes, perhaps there is no limit to what I can accomplish. Time may not play as crucial of a role in our success as we all think it does. My guess is a lot of factors are only factors we allow to weigh in on our lives. So I ask all of you: what is the limit to your dreams? I have none.