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neverneverland: The Thought Project: Week 1
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006. The Thought Project: Week 1. To prepare for the first question, I found this quote by Plutarch:. For never to be able to control passion shows a weak nature and ill-breeding; and always to moderate it is very hard, and to some impossible. Plutarch, in The Lives of the Noble Greeks and Romans. Does nobility of character come when one denies oneself, or will it lead to a form of delusion? Now the question; nobility of character from denial of self or is it a form of delusion?
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uneditedmara: May 2006
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Wednesday, May 31, 2006. I don't have the energy for this. In five minutes flat, I wrote a seething entry on how much I detest inconsiderate people who waste my time with issues that I could care less. And I accidentally deleted it. Yes. I couldn't blame it on blogger or anyone else. It was me. And so I mentally slapped myself across the face and fumed about it. FOR FUCK'S SAKE. Show some respect people. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD! Maybe if I explained it like I would to little pre-schoolers...
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uneditedmara: December 2005
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005. Christmas came really late this year. In fact, it still hasn't come for me. I missed it this year. Sochristmas with idiots that i wouldn't give the time of day, a raging fever, not being able to taste ANYTHING on the dinner table, and not being able to bitch at those pond scums equals to a lousy but sufficiently populated christmas. i guess, what you lack in quality, you make up for it in quantity, eh? The adults i could freely hate. but the kids were another thing. Spend al...
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uneditedmara: Broke and breaking down in a broken bus
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Friday, September 08, 2006. Broke and breaking down in a broken bus. I couldn't get away from the rain. I couldn't get away from the people. I couldn't get away from the rush hour. I couldn't get away from Isabella (I've taken the liberty of picking out the temp name) kicking me, wanting an explanation as to why she has to take this bumpy and smelly ride as well. I'm not hard to please. Turns out, I just needed my sleep. Well it's true that few things are as satisfying as a nice long slumber. Tanya, the ...
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uneditedmara: I cannot ..
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006. I can't deal with the world right now. I want to take a gun and race to the rooftops and just start shooting people. I am not even close to kidding. Aside from work, the Mother is flying in today. UGH. Talk about pressure and all the criticisms coming my way this week. Expect me to have an emotional breakdown by Friday and a ranting post come Monday morning. Let's not even go there. The Dad? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Expectant and fabulous hotmomma. Mark, the righ...
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Friday, September 15, 2006. Come with, if you like. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Expectant and fabulous hotmomma. Expectant and fabulous hotmomma. Its always about fabulous moi. A piece of my brain. Mark, the plant-wannabe. Mark, the righteously insane. Mike, the sharkboy. Shelah, da adik. Shen, the other addict. Tanya, the hopeless romantic. Tiffy, the clinically insane. Zola, the newly wed. Rafa's red army camp. Cake and ice cream. I don't like you in that way. Internet movie scripts database.
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neverneverland: The Thought Project: Week 4
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Tuesday, December 12, 2006. The Thought Project: Week 4. What Christmas tradition/s do you associate with your family? Some of our old Christmas Eve rituals:. Set up an assembly line to make glazed ham-and-butter sandwiches. Roll and wrap up Boysen t-shirts in old newspaper to be given to random visitors. Help mom wrap last-minute gifts to be labeled "To: From: All of us.". Have creamy soup made with macaroni, ground beef, and sliced hotdogs, along with the sandwiches, at midnight. My younger sister sett...
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uneditedmara: June 2006
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Friday, June 30, 2006. It just hasn't been my week is all. Nothing too fucked up or difficult. I'm suffering from one of those mediocre days. Think I should snap out of it soon? Or wallow just a few weeks more? I just know that we're going to have a HUGE fight tomorrow. I can feel it in my bones. You can't have survived 5 years without knowing these things. I've found myself plotting against a frenemy. The end result is not death, mind you. Just psychological warfare is all. I can't hold them in. It is s...
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uneditedmara: I'VE MOVED!
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Thursday, October 05, 2006. It's up and running and very purdy over at. We had some good times. But all good things must come to an end. Besides, you kept screwing me over. Bitch.). As Xrumer experts, we possess been using [url=http:/ www.xrumer-seo.com]Xrumer[/url] quest of a long leisure for the time being and remember how to harness the colossal power of Xrumer and build it into a Banknotes machine. Using Xrumer you can trust to realize thousands upon thousands of backlinks over the extent of your sit...
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uneditedmara: September 2006
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Friday, September 15, 2006. Come with, if you like. Thursday, September 14, 2006. BLOGGER IS A BITCH. I'm not on hiatus. I'm just hiding somewhere else before I take a bat and smash Blogger's face in. If you wanna see the crib I've been hanging out at, contact me: maranavarro@gmail.com. Let's hug it out, you little bitches.". Tuesday, September 12, 2006. 9/11 (literally) Late Tribute. To Make You Feel My Love. When the rain is blowing in your face. And the whole world is on your case. F1 over the weekend.
