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?
You decide.
Only you can prevent Forest fires.
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a slip of the left ring finger sounds like a freudian slip anyway.
all truths are paradoxical because the essence of everything is founded in dichotomy - if it can't be compared to something else, then what does it stand for?
and i just tried pink wine. i thought it'd be the pink lemonade of wine. it wasn't. yet i still finished the bottle. it came from trader joe's and it had a goat on it.
i fell asleep on the couch and just woke up. aaaaaaaaaand bed time.
Another one of our usual weirdly connected dealies: I just told that story about when i blacked out when we were smoking in the woods and woke up in a cold sweat because I recently smoked a few hits off a blunt and had a very mild faint. I never knew the part about the altoid though- that's funny.
On another note, our phone chat today- no pink wine but I was having some very delicious black tea- seems to have made a world of difference. I'm feeling much more comfortable. We'll be doing pink wine in just a number of days!
In response to One-Taco, I'd like to argue that the essence of everything is NOT dichotomy, it's nothing. There is no essence in anything....but.... We give things their essence by giving them meaning (which is not really any less important really than if they intrinsically had essences), and those meanings (with taco I totally agree here) are based in comparison and relativity and thus are founded on dichotomy, trichotomy, and googooplexotomy (which sounds sinful). I just got deja voo. Might be thinking too hard.
I love that I got googooplex in there because that soo reminds me of your family. Anyway, that's enough. Bed time for me too!
xoxo
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