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I decided give in to my addiction and give it its own digital space...
Sorry, I don't remember where I got them all from, but if you really want to know, you could go searching in the archives of my Blog... |
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:: Friday, May 31, 2002 ::
Told you I was like a fat kitty
I am Cleo. Pet me! Find your whimsy character at kelly.moranweb.com. Congratulations. You are Cleo, the most beautiful cat in the world. You spend your days sleeping, eating, watching birds, sitting funny, and spreading your seemingly endless supply of hair over everything Allison owns. Although you put your fur in Allison's soup, shed on all of her clothes, and leave gross skid marks across the kitchen floor for her to clean up, you're really really cute. You're also soft. People probably like to pet your head. So lucky you, you're an old obese cat. :: Ravenwolf 4:45 PM :: {~X~} :: 
I am the undyingly dead ByrdTri! Find your whimsy character at kelly.moranweb.com. You are The Three: the Celestial Angel, Goatcheese Maiden, and Princess Mustardseed. You're just a composition of the most brilliant (and idiotic) trio ever. And you die a lot. Niche: You belong in the forest ecosystem! Not really, actually. You're a fundamental part of Ach Mein Gott (a newsletter) and were our seal for Books (interesting pieces of folded paper with advice and stories on them). You served us well on paper but couldn't survive for long enough periods to be planted in the ground or sky. Upbringing: You were born in eighth grade, forever long ago. I think you formed a covalent bond between three folks at the institude and were strong, until, like, you died. A lot. Aspirations: You want to be together again. As it seems, you're only a ByrdDuo. Que triste! Quirks: You don't have any, really, because you don't much exist. Tambien que triste. :: Ravenwolf 4:42 PM :: {~X~} :: 
I am truly passionate. Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com. You're excited about life and in touch with yourself and nature. Tell me, do I have this straight? Virtues: You appreciate humor like none other. Puns might even spark laughter in you (TEHY R FUNNI). You seek adventure and connection with your surroundings. You seek friends who will not only share laughs with you but actually form a deep bond of trust and empathy beneath the surface. You look for adventure and courage in people, and variation is necessary to keep you under control. You see yourself as multi-faceted, so you need people who can see you in your many lights. You're constantly trying to figure yourself out while analyzing the people around you. Silly, silly people. Aspirations: You can't decide what you want to be yet, but you know you want it to be adventures and interesting, with constant changes. You don't know what love will do for you yet, but it's competing with adventure for a place in your heart. An internal conflict has begun: can you be a successful worker, lover, and parent all at once? Quirks: Noise of any sort is irritating when you're in the mood. Smacking gum, loud chewing, humming- it's about as pleasing as bodily noises. You dislike emaciated people because of jealousy and just plain disgust. You're a procrastinator but a hard worker, too. Factors: You need constant attention and support. You're high-maintnence, but a great, reliable friend. Nature needs you and you need nature; it's helped thus far, so keep in touch with the outside world. Future: Who knows! You absolutely need constant change, so vacationing is surely in the cards. Will you settle down or not? Love will find you eventually, as it does to everyone. Will you choose the sweet home life or the rewarding busy-bee life? :: Ravenwolf 4:36 PM :: {~X~} ::  So Punk, Which Sex Pistol are YOU? Scientifically devised by Catwoman77 and a team of hard-working goat whores. You live fast and you'll die young. You try to act tough but it often backfires on you. You've got no musical talent and a very annoying girlfriend, but damn it, you look good in yer leathers. And isn't that all that really matters anyway? One bit of advice: steer clear of knives, drugs, and bleach- blondes from the suburbs of Philadelphia. Trust me on this one. :: Ravenwolf 1:32 PM :: {~X~} ::
Pulp fucking rules.
Sterling Spider would like this...
I wonder if this is saying something on a different level...
:: Ravenwolf 1:22 PM :: {~X~} ::
*snaps fingers and reads off some bad poetry*
:: Ravenwolf 12:59 PM :: {~X~} :: |
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