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Madeleinewrote:
Apr. 3
Arminwrote:
Gehet aber hin und lernet, was das sei: «Ich will Barmherzigkeit und nicht Opfer.» Denn ich bin nicht gekommen, Gerechte zu berufen, sondern Sünder.
Hast Du einen "weißen Stein" ?
Dec. 24
Delete52Mitchwrote:
![]() More best wishes from Alabama
Oct. 18
Delete52Mitchwrote:
Just stopped by to see what you were up to. I bet it's something good! Much love from Alabama. Mitch
Sept. 13
Romeo .wrote:
July 6
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January 21 hmmSinging for the lonely
You're not the only ones who feel this So scared of what we're doing All the time Here comes wasted head-space Paranoia Anger, misplaced feelings Leave me nowhere All the time I don't wake up early every morning 'Cause the more I sleep the less I have to say Scared of you always thinking that I'm boring Stop me yawning my life away Tender young confusion Send black mariah for blue delusions Lays heavy oh so heavy On my mind I'm so sick of people's expectations Leaves me tired all the time If your home's full of useless aggravation Then don't bring it to mine I seem to spend my life Just waiting for the chorus 'Cause the verse is never nearly Good enough The hooligan half of me That steals from Woolworth's While the other lives for love ![]() I don't mind the abuse It fills in time When I'm not much use But it's killing me, killing me slowly They all say I'm too restless But words cut deep When you're defenceless And they're killing me, but killing me slowly There was a time when we were fine And I could tolerate you I do believe that you should leave 'cos I've grown to hate you Should I be weak and turn my cheek 'cos I'm scared to fall But I just don't know you And you don't know me at all I've been told that love's a celebration But I've lost faith through frustration And it's killing me, but killing me slowly You paint my picture black The joke's on me And I don't wanna laugh Remember the good times Won't you bring them back someday, somehow I don't mind feeling blue If I could smile just like you do And it's killing me, killing me slowly I can't go on alone Pretending nothing's wrong Maybe I just want to belong Somewhere, somehow, somehow January 14 DrinkyIt is no secret i like a drink, especially on a friday night, nothing better than to unwind from an unpleasant week than a few tequilas and some Karaoke!
However whatever I did when i was drunk didn't happen if i can't remember it!
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Some people might call it denial, I prefer common sense. Just keep blocking those shameful memories...
If there isn't hard evidence... photos/videos, police reports, tattoos... it didn't happen! It also doesn't matter who tells you of your alleged behaviour of the night before... mother, best friend, priest... if you can't remember then they are just cruel people who are lying to you, no matter what's said/done/proven in court, if there are no coherent memories of it then it didn't happen. Unless i'm there to witness the events. everything i say is gospel and should be believed despite whatever memories you have left. :-) Difficult things to say whilst drunk...
a) Innovative b) Preliminary c) Proliferation d) Cinnamon Things that are VERY difficult to say when you’re drunk… a) Specificity b) British Constitution c) Passive-aggressive disorder d) Transubstantiate Things that are ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE to say when you’re drunk… a) Thanks, but I don’t want to sleep with you. b) Nope, no more booze for me. c) Sorry, but you’re not really my type. d) No kebab for me, thank you. e) Good evening officer, isn’t it lovely out tonight? f) I’m not interested in fighting you. g) Oh, I just couldn’t - no one wants to hear me sing. h) Thank you, but I won’t make any attempt to dance, I have no co-ordination. I’d hate to look like a fool. i) Where is the nearest toilet? I refuse to vomit in the street. j) I must be going home now as I have work in the morning January 07 Gaaah Why are there these people in life that are there soley to make yours a misery? you know these people, they become your friends cos they have lots in common with you, they are charming and funny, great to be around... That is until the mask slips... could take a week, a month, a year, but it does slip... Then you realise these people were not your friend, they were chameleons, simply adapting themselves to your life, your friends, your family, your boyfriend... In the end they turn against you and play you off against these people or they try Luckily in most cases the friends, family, partners have already seen the other side to this person so it is not a problem, but this wont stop them, they continue to try and stay in contact, so they are always there, they wont ever really be out of your life no matter how hard you try to simply avoid them. I simply cut contact with these people and wish to be left alone by them. Lets not open a can of worms. For Those Who Love To Sleep....
July 17 Reality...July 02 Dreams...June 30 new addition...June 26 HmmmSo here's the thing... How do you tell someone you like them without actually telling them? Even if you think you know they like you too but aren't certain, how do you do it without full on laying your heart on the line and risking losing friendship... Tricky subject... I never like making the 1st move as it is but i don't mind if i know that the feelings are definitely reciprocated!! Aaargh hell, absolute hell!! Why is nothing ever easy? All advice on this will be greatly appreciated... Baby on board.... A woman gets on a bus with her baby. As she pays for her ticket, the bus driver says: "That's the ugliest baby I've ever seen. Ugh!" The woman sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her: "The driver just insulted me!" The man says: "You shouldn't take that. You tell him off – go ahead, I'll hold your monkey." June 25 Morons...A moron is a strange creature, crass, and vulgar, yet free to walk
among us, free to spread his ignorance, arrogance and moronic opinions.
We even allow them to breed, to go forth and spread his seed and create
smaller versions of himself, which he will in turn either reject and
allow their mothers to raise(these are the lucky ones), or raise in the
image of himself, oh please god noooo! Anyway here is how to spot them: Morons are louder than your average joe, wherever there is a moron you will here shouts of things like Alisha Beyonce Nicole hurry the fuck up I aint in the mood for you pissing me about!(you look up expecting some wayward teen giving their mother ten shades of hell , but instead see a tiny blond angelic girl of around 2 running as if her depended on it,) Morons do not like anything different from themselves (it scares them no end) Morons walk around with their mouthes wide open (they haven't mastered breathing through their noses yet) Morons speak mostly in words with no more than three syllables. Morons all dress the same, any indivuality is stamped out at a young age Morons love the sound of their own voices, and their opinion is always right! No matter how much evidence you produce to the contrary. Anyway now you know how to reconnise a moron go forth and avoid the hell out of the little blighters.
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