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[11 Dec 2006|07:16pm] |
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I have a tendency to eff things up.
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[15 Jun 2006|11:52pm] |
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aha her to complain again i have decided i am simply going to use this for complaining purposes but pretty much i feel like complete crap and i believe that if i just go ahead and go to sleep the feeling might be gone tomorrow.
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[31 May 2006|12:23am] |
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man fuck everything
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[27 Mar 2006|09:16pm] |
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whatever
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[18 Mar 2006|04:03pm] |
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interesting
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[20 Feb 2006|11:24am] |
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So much can happen in a year that it's astounding i don't even know what but it does and sometimes whenever you look at it it doesn't make sense however at the same time it makes perfect sense but you want it to not make the sense that it makes so you decide that it doesn't make sense...does this make sense to anyone and then it's just not there anymore but it's still there so are you running or solving and in some instances can't running be solving but that wouldn't make sense either
bye
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[20 Jan 2006|07:14pm] |
here is a list of the 3 best jobs in the world o and they're definitely the best i don't care what you say
1. Firefighter/Paramedic(of course)
2. A Cop
3. Navy Fighter Pilot
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[05 Dec 2005|11:59pm] |
It's boiling inside
almost over the rim but just not quite
it won't be so easy to hide
it's not such a simple fight
the comfort of sleep won't be felt tonight
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[01 Dec 2005|09:13pm] |
A Marines Christmas Poem
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Twas the night before Christmas
he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house made of
plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney
with presents to give,
and to see just who
in this home did live.
I looked all about,
a strange sight did I see,
no tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.
No stocking by mantle,
just boots filled with sand,
on the wall hung pictures
of far distant lands.
With medals and badges,
awards of all kinds,
a sober thought
came through my mind.
For this house was different,
it was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping,
silent, alone,
curled up on the floor
in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle,
the room in such disorder,
not how I pictured
a United States soldier.
Was this the hero
of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
the floor for a bed?
I realized the families
that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers
who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world,
the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate
a bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year,
because of the soldiers,
like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas eve
in a land far from home.
The very thought
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry.
The soldier awakened
and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry,
this life is my choice.
I fight for freedom
I don't ask for more
my life is my god,
my country, my corps."
The soldier rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours,
so silent and still
and we both shivered
from the cold night's chill.
I didn't want to leave
on that cold, dark, night,
this guardian of honor
so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over,
with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, "Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas Day, all is secure."
One look at my watch,
And I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas my friend,
and to all a good night."
They gave this to us to read in my EMT class and i liked it so i put it on here
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[13 Nov 2005|11:03pm] |
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The bird flu is a scary thing.
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