Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Times like this...

I wish upon no one. I am posessed by this drive to clean the house. Maybe to impress the ex? Maybe to show her I am doing better than when I dated her? I dunno.

"Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed."

Another 2 beers goes to the first to ID the author and poem. Please, no cheating. I know you can quote it and Google it. But isn't it more fun to gizoogle something?

Try it. http://www.gizoogle.com

Nite.

-Rich

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

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EAT ALL DAY AND MELT AWAY! WEIGHT LOSS

Wednesday, November 09, 2005 7:07:00 PM  
Blogger Rich said...

I am so happy. I have reached Blogger stardom. I am the target of spammers. Sigh. It brings a tear to my glass eye. I will definitely check you guys out. Thanks for spending the time to send your shitty-ass Celeron-powered Microsuck machine my way and spam me. I am touched. Asshats.

-Dickie

Wednesday, November 09, 2005 7:11:00 PM  
Blogger psychoalice said...

Asshats? I thought I was one of the only people who said that...now you know the reason why I have that thing on my blog that you have to fill in before you post..I hate spammers..

O witches, O misery, O hatred, it was to you that my treasure was entrusted!

Sunday, November 13, 2005 3:18:00 PM  
Blogger psychoalice said...

oh yea...would you like it in French? LOL

Sunday, November 13, 2005 3:28:00 PM  
Blogger Rich said...

You're a trip. I mean it. Now that I have a little free time again, I must blog. It's been a heck of a week or so!

-Rich

Thursday, November 17, 2005 9:34:00 PM  
Blogger psychoalice said...

;) now how am i a trip? hehe

Sunday, November 20, 2005 4:16:00 PM  
Blogger psychoalice said...

Jadis, si je me souviens bien, ma vie etait un festin ou s'ouvraient tous les coeurs, ou tous les vins coulaient.
Un soir, j'ai assis la Beaute sur mes genoux.--Et je l'ai trouvee amere.--Et je l'ai injuriee.
Je me suis arme contre la justice.
Je me suis enfui. O sorcieres, o misere, o haine, c'est a vous que mon tresor a ete confie!
J'ai parvins a faire s'evanouir dans mon esprit toute l'esperance humaine.

Muah....

Sunday, November 20, 2005 8:24:00 PM  
Blogger psychoalice said...

now that doesnt mean I can speak it so you know..I just know thats the proper writing

Sunday, November 20, 2005 8:28:00 PM  

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