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[30 Dec 2008|08:15pm] [ mood | pissed off ] Having a friends cut. Mainly because I think there are a lot of people on my friends list who... - I have nothing in common with. - Don't read/comment on my entries. - I don't read/comment on their entries. - Keep bashing Twilight, either in book or film format and it fucking annoys me because I love it and it's important to me and I don't particularly want my friendspage spammed with Twilight hatred which it pretty much is every time I check it. Sure, you're entitled to your own opinion, I just don't want to hear it. Laters. 17 comments|post comment

[15 Jul 2008|04:40pm] In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University. On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.  The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it.  As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.  The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments.  Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled.  Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.  Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day. Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.  As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing.  The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man. Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter could not help wondering if this was the same elephant.  Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure.  He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder.  The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Peter legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly. Probably wasn't the same elephant. This is for all of my friends who send me those heart-warming bullshit stories. HAHAH. That has honestly made me laugh so much, had to post it to look back on some day :D 3 comments|post comment

[01 Aug 2006|02:21pm] [ mood | geeky ] Old friends, old friends, Sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today, Sharing a parkbench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy Old friends, memory brushes the same years, Silently sharing the same fears ~ * ~ Time it was and what a time it was it was, A time of innocence a time of confidences. Long ago it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you. ♥ Comment.to.be.added. 14 comments|post comment

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