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#4
10-05-2000, 01:51 PM
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My mind.
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and then they made me their chief. 
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#9
10-05-2000, 04:09 PM
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I lost 7 lbs so far.
I also, alas, lost my copies of the higher ed appropriations bills that I have to analyse. I can get other copies, but I'd already marked these up in a way to make it easier. I remember taking them in to a coworker's office to go over some reporting requirements...... and then I never put them back in the right folder. Argh, sigh.
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#12
10-05-2000, 08:32 PM
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My virginity. Oh, wait, there it is!
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#13
10-05-2000, 11:43 PM
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The opportunity to make my 1666th post a meaningful one.
Yeah, like the other 1665 were real winners...
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Thank you to everyone who made my stay here an enjoyable one. To any at all whom I have offended or alienated, I apologize. I desire the enmity of no one.
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#14
10-06-2000, 12:07 AM
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my sense of balance, as a bee flew into my face as I was getting into my car earlier today. I lurched backward and smacked the back of my head into the top of the door. Hard.
I think you all can guess what I lost after that... R-n-R, who is now rubbing the spot behind her ear and saying 'ouchie' a lot
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#16
10-06-2000, 12:24 AM
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My double-headed screwdriver.
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"It's because they're stupid. That's why everyone does everything." -Homer Simpson
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#17
10-06-2000, 12:34 AM
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My hairbrush.
You have no idea how much this upsets me. I can't find it, I live in a dorm room for crying out loud! It has to be here somewhere! Crap.
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#18
10-06-2000, 12:38 AM
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My idealism... that's been gone for a while
My belief in true love... wait nevermind, I found that My sanity... wait, did I ever have that? My keys... yeah those I just lost, did I lock the door... uh oh Kitty
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#21
10-06-2000, 07:06 AM
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I'll probably lose the nail of the toe I ran over with my computer chair this morning. Now, that's pain, folks.
When it happened, I certainly lost my composure.
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#22
10-06-2000, 08:07 AM
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Like Stuyguy and Cranky, it’s weight, 20 pounds.
All the senses being listed started me thinking about one of my favorite songs and artists: The sense of sight Is what guides us right When we go out on walks. The sense of smell's The way you tell That you need to change your socks. The sense of touch Is what hurts so much When you bang your toe on the bed. The sense of hearing is something good 'Cause if a tree falls in the wood Would there be a sound? You bet there would If it landed on top of your head Your head If a tree lands on top of your head! The sense of taste Affects your waist Which makes five senses in all. There's a sixth sense, too, but it's hard to explain It's a psychic connection inside of your brain So you can understand people like Shirley MacLaine Who wear crystals they bought in the mall The mall Who wear crystals they bought in the mall! And now the other senses! There are scents you can smell Like cologne from Chanel Or the scents of expensive perfume. There are scents of flowers We hope overpowers The kitty box next to your room. Phew! There's a sense of pride You have deep down inside When you practice a sense of fair play. There are dollars and cents that you pay at a toll Or the census man who is taking a poll And a sense of confusion; we're out of control And they really should take us away Away They really should take us away! There's a sense of humor A sense of doom, or A sense of awe, sense of timing. The sense of a word A sense of absurd Like trying to do all this rhyming! There's incense And horse sense And common sense, it's true. Sense of wonder, sense of beauty Sense of honor, sense of duty A sense of doubt, a sense of danger A sense of fear, when you meet a stranger A sense of style, a sense of worth A sense of direction for knowing the earth A sense of dread as we're singing this song That it's starting to turn out completely all wrong And it's time that we end it because it's too long 'Cause it just doesn't make any sense Nonsense This song doesn't make any sense!
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"What we hope ever to do with ease, we must learn first to do with diligence." - Samuel Johnson
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#27
10-06-2000, 02:23 PM
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I lost my very expensive tortoise-shell glasses. I walked around in a fuzzy haze the entire day. Mom wasn't pleased when I woke her at 11:30pm crying about my glasses being lost once again.
How come my old crappy eyeglasses are *always* to be found, and I always lose the glasses I need the most? Luckily, my aunt who lives in Ohio discovered them in her car, so I'll get them back in time. *happy dance* I've also lost all my self esteem, what little pride I had left, my sense of joy, and my Geneva college application. I've also lost patience with this retarded computer. My fonts online are *still* too big and I can't figure out how to change the size. *grrrrrrr* Don'tcha hate losing camera film? My mom lost the entire roll of film from my 16th birthday. I have almost no memory of that day. (Then again, the way my memory's been lately, I'm surprised I can still remember my 18th birthday and my own name)
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"Perhaps they are singing songs to you," he said, "and I just think they're asking me questions."
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#28
10-06-2000, 02:53 PM
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My fever. Well, most of it.
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#29
10-07-2000, 04:15 AM
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Sleep. I should not be awake now.
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#32
10-07-2000, 07:53 PM
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My favorite guitar pick.
My dignity, after actually leaving my phone number with the tip for the cute waiter at Pizza Hut today. And having it found out before I left the building. My mom's burgundy t-shirt she lent me.
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