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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Jan 3, 2007 4:48:48 GMT 1
In this game you simply cut and paste the last thing you cut and pasted....lol
Everyone has something kept in their mouse that they cut and pasted that day, so use this game to make everyone wonder what in hell you were talking about, or thinking when you c and p'd that!
OH! Don't c and p anything too personal from messenger, I don't any messenger people pming me pissed out of their minds!
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Post by Cassandra I on Jan 4, 2007 4:55:17 GMT 1
:-/Cass says: k From MSN Messanger. LOL
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Jan 4, 2007 5:46:01 GMT 1
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Jan 4, 2007 5:49:46 GMT 1
Cass says: I found it!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Jan 4, 2007 5:52:09 GMT 1
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Post by Cassandra I on Jan 4, 2007 5:53:39 GMT 1
Oh yeah? Gabs has a few choice words her self! Wisteria says: , gotta peeeeeee!!!!!! Wisteria says: damn!!!!! Wisteria says: shit noooooooo!!!!!!
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Jan 4, 2007 6:02:27 GMT 1
Cass says: I still haven't found it
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Jan 4, 2007 6:08:16 GMT 1
Cass says:
it was long ;D
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Post by jazz on Jan 6, 2007 3:36:20 GMT 1
Ok I can try to play this, so just press paste and the last thing I cut and pasted will be pasted.
He avoided his computer like the plague for a day, not daring to check if he’d gotten any replies, this all felt so illicit. I mean, he was a seventeen year old guy; he’d looked at things he wasn’t supposed to look at online before, mostly to see if naked girls might possibly be hot to him, then looking a guy pics for enjoyment and other things. But he wasn’t a sex crazed pervert or anything, no, and this wasn’t about sex. This wasn’t a dating service really he just needed some one to talk to maybe. There was so much he wanted to say and couldn’t say to anyone. Solidarity, maybe that’s what he was looking for, yeah, ok, just open the response. It’s not going to be a perverted web cam shot or naked pics of some random old guy or anything, this was a nice sight, a clean sight and stop being a homophobe, he told himself, just because a person was gay didn’t make them a nympho. Ok, just a normal person. Oh but what if he hadn’t gotten any responses at all What if no one was interested, or that there really weren’t that many people that would be interested. What if the world really were small and he was alone, sometimes he felt like that. Ok, just check, just check your emails, be cool, be casual, nothing bad will happen. He read the message, this guy seemed cool, they share some interests. Big into music, what was this guy a punk. He imagined some guy with piecing wearing all leather, not hi type, but kind of a nice mental picture. Ok, alright, just reply. Normal, cool. Hi Nathan, cool to um, meet you. Yeah I like photography but wouldn’t do it as a career, I’m thinking more maybe chemical engineering, I’m good at chemistry. And I don’t think my parents would want me to do any career that required less then a tone of years in college, lol. So we are both juniors.. Isn’t junior year hell. God, A.P.U.S.H., A.P. Chem, and then other classes. I go to this prep school, and despite t being a religious school, its all about grades, to prepare young men for college, the work loud is outrageous. So um, do you like school? What is your favorite class? Oh, you said you liked soccer, me two, my old friends and I used to play all the time, its just fun, I really like the English Premier leagues, go Liverpool, if you say you like Chelsea or Manchester United I’ll stop talking to you, jk, kidding seriously, not that crazy. Anyway, yeah I wish I had more time for sports I did a bunch of different stuff when I was little, not so much now. And well, my friends, I’ve been kind of becoming distinct I guess, and its over, well you know. I’ve never come out to anyone. I mean, I think I may be just condensed. Its like I always thought liking girls was a give in, and not I am a freak. If I tell someone it will be like making it true or choosing it, you know. I don’t want to be different. And this is something I can’t do anything about if I am, I am, and that’s it, and no normal, no girls or marriage or children, all that. It just means I’m suddenly a freak, and I, do you understand? Really the reason I wrote this was cause I just wanted to talk to someone. I go to a all male school, a catholic school, if I told anyone there any of my friends, I don’t think I would have friends anymore. Bit recently it seems like I don’t have friends anyway. Like hey re moving away from me because. I’m afraid they know sometimes. Its just everyone has girlfriends,, but I can’t like girls, I’ve tried. Even dated, but it just felt wrong, like I was using her, I’d rather be friends, and I was just dating her to prove I was normal. I want to be normal, and popular, and just you know. My parents, they love me, but they are the perfectionist kind of people. They put me in little league at age two, always into different sports, though really I am not that much into sports. They also put me into tutoring so I would be advanced, made me go this prep school because it might help me get into the right college. This isn’t you know “right”, its not what they would want, they except, I don’t know normal I guess. They expect me to be popular and top of my class, and marry a girl, and live that write picket fence American dream or something. My dad, well he is that type, he is a businessman, marketing for a coffee company, he was a football player in high school, he is all American, blonde haired blue eyed, man’s man, ladies man, an I am srawny and not like him, nit as confident or cool, or like I should be I guess. My mom, she’d also perfect, housewife and interior decorate. I’m living in cookie cutter suburbia land. I don’t fit the picture. And what I hate the most is that, there’s nothing I can do about this. I calculate things a lot you know, everything really. Take these many honor classes and get these grades to get this grade point, do these clubs, do this and that at that time, and the end result will be me being ok. This wasn’t in the calculations. And it shouldn’t matter that much, but its like, sometimes I feel like I am the only one like this, and like I’ve done something worrying maybe, or I this is in my head.Does that happen to you? Do you feel like you’re a freak, outside of everyone. When I first thought I liked a guy I was kind of, I just didn’t register it. I though you know, eventually I’d start liking girls, and I just had to wait, maybe, but then, well just looking at some guys, I can’t back from this I guess. What about you. I’m sorry I just went on a long rant about that. Well it felt kind of good actually, just to say or type it, and I am fighting very hard not to delete this whole thing and run away from my computer never to think about this again. Better click send before I do. Great, sighed Theo, he thinks I’m a whining emotionally imbalanced freak and will either say so, laugh at me, or blow me off forever. Oh well, don’t worry, you sent a reply, over and done with. Ok, go make a sandwich, and study, clear your head, and breath, all important.
wow that's long, that's um, the fourth chapter from a book I'm wrting on lj, ok, um how this doesn't mess up the game.
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Post by Lestat II on Jan 15, 2007 8:16:20 GMT 1
sleep without Oscar Wilde's bf or his dad killz you.
0.o
Oh my, my friends amuse me.
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Jan 25, 2007 8:36:18 GMT 1
After receiving a few written complaints, I am in the shower. But I still refuse to wash my hair.
wtf? Apparently this is someones aim "away" message, I don't know whose....aim is suggesting anyone who would like to use it may. I dunno about that one! lol Receiving complaints for not showering isn't something I think I would want the world to know! lol
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Post by Louis II on Feb 10, 2007 6:41:08 GMT 1
Yes. I do.
......why did I copy/paste that? Was I really that lazy?
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Post by Kat on Mar 23, 2007 8:39:14 GMT 1
Fuck....LOL Though probably not in the way you think....or...maybe...she is a rather angry lad at times.... Yeah...she has a temper...*snickers* As Eudorus knows :-P I mean...why not like the word fuck? So many ways to use it... Fuck off... Go fuck yourself... Fuck you... Fuck me... *snickers* Ok...I think you have the point.
Has your character ever done something they regretted out of anger and if so, what?LMFAO....That was from when my computer was being flicky and wouldn't sign me out of Jesse's account... Yeah....>.>....<.<....LOL
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Post by lynette on Apr 6, 2007 2:58:21 GMT 1
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Post by Kat on Apr 7, 2007 4:56:34 GMT 1
Hyper-Active Adult sized play-pen
WTF was my roomie talking about? O.O LOL *arches a brow and goes to ask*
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Post by lynette on Apr 8, 2007 0:33:04 GMT 1
My throat is tight
My eyes are swelling with tears
Tears are streaming down my face
No one notices
I sit here just wanting to be noticed
Just wanting some loving attention
I feel the pain in my heart
The longing, the yearning to fit in
Never good enough
Day in and day out that is all I hear
The words are unspoken but are heard
They think they help but it only causes more pain
More tears
Wishing there was an escape to my reality
I keep it all inside
I close my eyes and sleep
Hoping the next day will be better
Wishing they will notice
Wishing they will care
Wishing everything will be ok
All these wishes that have yet to come true
Till then I will sit unnoticed
It was a poem that i wrote a couple of months ago on my myspace blog that i wanted to save to my computer since i was deleting a my blogs.
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Post by Lestat II on Apr 11, 2007 1:28:32 GMT 1
enjoy food!
I'd say that's a good message. Unless you're vampire...then it kind of sucks...
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Post by Kat on Apr 12, 2007 18:54:38 GMT 1
I say..... -Pulls Kat's arm up to his lips. Gives Lestat's a look, and gently presses his fangs into her wrist, until the skin is softly punctured.-
LOL....I was copying and pasting the post cause it didn't show up on the little topic summary thing when I posted...>.>...
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Post by Cassandra I on Apr 18, 2007 23:09:58 GMT 1
C/P from my last email I recieved from a close friend that believes I am a redneck. *snickers*
FRIENDS: Tell you not to do something stupid when drunk
Redneck FRIENDS: Will post 360 degree security so you dont get caught
--------------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs
Redneck FRIENDS: Call your parents drunk as hell and tell them about the fat chick you tried to pick up
-------------------------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Hope the night out drinking goes smoothly, and hope that no one is late for the ride home.
Redneck FRIENDS: Know some wild shit will happen, and set up rally points and an E & E route.
--------------------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
Redneck FRIENDS: Will be sitting next to you saying, Damn...we fucked up...but hey, that shit was fun "
------------------------------------------------------ FRIENDS: Cry with you.
Redneck FRIENDS: laugh at you and tell you to put some vagasil on your vagina.
--------------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
Redneck FRIENDS: Steal each other ' s stuff so often nobody remembers who bought it in the first place.
-------------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Are happy that someone picked up a one night stand and leave them alone.
Redneck FRIENDS: Will Low Crawl naked into the room with a camera and hope for the tag team.
-------------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
Redneck FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.
------------------------------------------------------ FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that ' s what the crowd is doing.
Redneck FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.
-------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
Redneck FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"
---------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Will try and talk to the bouncer when you get tossed out of the bar.
Redneck FRIENDS: Will man up and go after the bouncer for touching you on the way out.
------------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Will wish you had enough money to go out that night, and are sorry you couldn't come.
Redneck FRIENDS: Will share their last dollar with you, drag you along, and try to steal free drinks all night
----------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
Redneck FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, "Bitch, you better drink the rest of that shit, you know we don't waste. That's alcohol abuse!!!" HAHAHAHA !!!!
------------------------------------------ FRIENDS: Want the money they loaned you back next week.
Redneck Friends: Can't begin to remember who owes who money after taking care of each other for so long.
--------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Will say "I can't handle Tequila anymore".
Redneck FRIENDS: Will say "okay, just one more..." and then 2 minutes later "okay, just one more!".
------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
Redneck FRIENDS: Will knock them the Fuck out!!
------------------------------------------------- FRIENDS: Will tell you "They'd take a bullet for you."
Redneck FRIENDS: Will actually take a bullet for you.
Ah, well, that's pretty much true. LOL! ;D
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Post by Kat on Apr 21, 2007 7:02:04 GMT 1
She had lost herself in her own confusing thoughts and when she felt his fingers lift her chin up, her eyes staring up blankly into his own for a moment until she realized who he was again...and what he was saying, taking a few moments to register. For a few moments, all she could think about was how his fingers were cool on her flesh and the chaos kept running through and through her head again...over and over and she struggled to grasp unto his words. She started to speak, to object....but her words died on her lips as she listened to him speak. The wolf and the hare? The concept whirled within her thoughts and confusion flickered within her eyes.
"But..."
She went silent again, thinking it over....it made sense, and yet her mind wanted to reject it. Years of trained thoughts, of trained ways of life...a way of thinking...it wanted to reject it all. BUt at the same time, it haunted her mind in it's logic.
"I...I never thought of it that way before....it...it makes sense...but it can't be...it has to be wrong, doesn't it? It's taking an innocent's life...it's...what purpose does that have? What purpose does killing have? For you...perhaps...it is to sustain your own life...but for me....what is it's purpose? I...."
The words died on her lips again and the confusion was thick in her voice, and was apparent in her eyes. She lifted her eyes once more to his own, flickering over them, searching...as if they might find anwsers. For the first time, she was caught off guard a moment with how beautiful they were, the colors within them, they seemed so unnatural, but breathtakingly beautiful all at once.
"It's to lead them in...to lure prey....for how else could something so monsterous be so beautiful?"
She whispered and then he pale cheeks flushed red as her senses came back to her and she quickly lowered her face.
"I'm...I'm sorry...I....that was wrong...I..."
Why she was apologizing to a monster seemed horrificly insane to her, but somehow her manners stuck with her, even as she spoke with what seemed to be the devil himself. His words made sense....but isn't the point of the devil's seduction, to seem so right? She didn't know anymore....she couldn't understand any of it. Even her confusion and her racing thoughts had overran her fear of him for the moment and that sent alarms flying through her mind. Her small slender fingers were nervously playing with the hem of her skirt, her chin tucking against her uplifted knees as she did so, long waist length locks like a curtain around her form, as if to hide her embarrassment of her statement from the world, and to hide from her own insane thoughts.
OMG.....LOL I always write my posts in word pad them copy and paste it....I forgot I had just did this one..._-_
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Post by Cassandra I on Apr 27, 2007 19:34:48 GMT 1
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Post by Cassandra I on Apr 29, 2007 2:50:43 GMT 1
Ah, nevermind that link from the post above.
Here ya go!
Dinner Party
Supermarket
Teacher
Dentist
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2007 9:38:53 GMT 1
Act first, think about the consequences later.
That was in response to something Lestat had written on here. hee hee
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