5-letter word for "Witticism"... Anyone?
I start a lot of books that I never finish. I hate this about myself.
I try to complete the crosswords but it's almost always impossible without a partner.
When I was 15 I was a lifeguard for the early morning lap swimmers at the community pool.
The girl I worked with would always do crosswords when the boss wasn't around. She was a good crossword partner.
Thank god no old people drowned on our watch! What were we thinking?
One time (at another pool) a kid hit his chin doing a backflip and we had to backboard him. It was one of the scariest moments in my life.
I re-read some old journal entries from 7th and 8th grade recently and found one about the scariest moment.
My best friend and I were in the woods and she had some kind of seizure or something. I remembered hearing that sugar helps and rubbed a crushed up Altoid on her gums.
Weird how stuff like that pops into your mind in times of crisis. It brought the color back and she came-to.
We're still best friends.
When she lived with me in SF for a bit we would sit in our backyard drinking pink wine and philosophizing for hours.
We decided that every good philosophical conundrum ends in a paradox.
Another friend recently told me that he heard that "if it's not paradoxical, it's not true".
Speaking of true, is it true that I am my own worst enemy?
If it is, that might explain the not-finishing-books thing. So irritating. Maybe I can't commit?
But I seem to have no problem hanging on.
Hang on a sec... Oh my god! I just typed "sex" instead of "sec"!
And that was the second time today! No joke, the first was in a gchat and it actually made me blush!
Slip of the left ring finger or Freudian slip?
Only you can prevent Forest fires.
Not Dead. Not Alive. Just Gone.
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