You come home one day and find your lover's car idling in the driveway with the doors open. You go inside and discover everything as it should be, but there's no sign of your lover. Three days later, the phone rings. It's your lover; who says "I don't have time to explain, get out of the house." What do you do?
Demand to know where your lover has been for the past three days.
Say "I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on."
Hang up. Stupid jerk. Probably on a bender.
Hang up the phone, gather some clothes, and head out the door.
Drop the phone and get out as fast as possible, even if that means going out the window.
You're walking out of the store when you notice an attractive young lady struggling with an umbrella and an armload of packages outside the door. What do you do?
Snicker to yourself.
Laugh out loud. The only thing funnier is watching someone slip and fall on an icy pavement.
Open the door for her and smile pleasantly.
Open the door, strike up a conversation, take her out for coffee, seduce her, then dump her when she gets clingy.
Open the door for her, take her out for coffee, start dating her, marry her, have a ouple of kids and a nice suburban home.
The best thing about Windows XP is:
Fuck Microsoft in the ass.
Fuck Microsoft in the ass with a studded dildo.
Fuck Microsoft in the ass with a studded dildo, no lube.
The cute 3D animated dog that sits in the corner of the Find File dialog window.
Finish this sentence: "Love is what you feel just before you give someone a good ..."
The best thing about online journalling is:
Expressing yourself before a worldwide audience.
The drama. The only thing funnier is watching someone slip and fall on an icy pavement.
It beats reruns of "Friends."
Weblogs are the most fair and balanced sources of news outside Fox News Network.
Reading janezero's journal.
Choose all that apply:
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
I stood upon the edge of the Abyss and called upon my higher self, and my higher self came to me and cast me down into the Abyss, saying, "You will either destroy your demons or be destroyed by them."
Your true self can be known only by systematic experimentation, and controlled only by being known.
Oh, God, I can't swim!!!
If i ever meet Tacit in person, I'm gonna ...