The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Saturday, October 09, 2010
The old joke about "emo grass, the lawn that cuts itself?" Just you wait, scoffers; I would not be at all surprised to lean some grass-seed company was working on it and when it hits the market, you'll have given them the perfect name for the stuff: Emotional Fescue! I just hope Mick and the lads have trademarked it already.
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Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."