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Here, Your Blueness! take some nasty medicine!
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It’s all in the mind, you know…
of course you can miller! it isn’t even mine- i have it on a poster in my room. heh… i love that quote.
just be careful- i think someone might already have it in their sig. but they can share!
[sub] YAY! my first .sig contribution! i feel giddy…[/sub]
Always did want to be an Apple Bonker. I think it’s the standard Apple Bonker garb that really caught my eye.
“Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid quo pro! So little time, so much to know!”
The screaming clowns always freaked me out. I’d rather be an apple bonker, or the blue meanine that looks kinda like a cat.
Fear not, children!
The HAPPY FUN SQUAD is here!
:::: bonks Fenris on the head with her HFS wand ::::
Out, demons, out!
Searching, terribly sorry I missed your request for the revelation of my innermost demon. Happy to share!
According to my parents, when I was about three or four years old, I started having nightmares, about butterflies. I would wake up shrieking about them in the middle of the night. They had NO idea why. This went on for a couple of weeks.
Then one night, after I was in bed, my mom was walking past my room and looked in on me. It was summer, and my bedroom window was open. There was a light breeze blowing, and a streetlight shining in. My curtains were fluttering softly. They had an abstract geometric pattern on them, but my mom said that at that moment, with the light shining on them just the right way, she saw what I was seeing. Apparently my three-year-old head was seeing hordes of butterflies, flying in my window, and freaking out.
She said she yanked those babies down the next morning, and put up a nice swiss dot pattern.
But ever since then, butterflies have made me distinctly uncomfortable. I don’t like them. I really, really don’t.
Yes, I’m a freak. You may all point and laugh at me now.
Okay. I’m pointing and laughing at you now.
Well as an alumnus of DePaul University, I am a Blue Demon. Does that count?