PirateCaptainMorgana: Happy Xmas Eve!!! Belated Yule and Hanakkah!!! XOXOXO |
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PirateCaptainMorgana: Don't you hate it when you have one of those PMS weeks where everything just pisses you off? Where you feel like you do everything and no one seems to appreciate you, so you are a bitch to everyone and everything that crosses your path. And it's not like you WANT to be a complete bitch, but for some reason your mind hates the world and everything in it. And it sucks, cause not even being in your own head is safe... That shit pisses me off. |
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PirateCaptainMorgana: A thought came to me just a minute ago. It's not easy to break up with crazy people. I mean you can't go tellin a bitch with mulitple personalities, "I wanna see other people." Cause then she can be like, "Well... I can be other people." And, well... where do you go from there with a lunatic? |
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PirateCaptainMorgana: I guess today is ,"Pour your heart out to Claudia" Day... So tell me why the cashier I get at Walmart starts pourin her heart out about how it pisses her off that men aren't romantic anymore... So half way through her love rant I say, "Yeah I know what you mean! You know what pisses men off? When I pour myself a bowl of cereal, and then I open the fridge and I come to find out there is no milk!" And she looks at me like WTF does that have to do with anything? LOL |
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PirateCaptainMorgana: Warmth is not acquired by the touch of any someone, but by a particular someone's touch that they desire to be warmed... its when the heart's desire has lost the touch required that the heart becomes pure stone, and no longer can a fire be inspired by a love thats died... for the heart's no longer owned .... Thats when you've let go... |
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PirateCaptainMorgana: Life is so full of those little moments, that were faery tales that almost did, but never happened... |
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PirateCaptainMorgana: The mind keeps pondering... pondering... racing... racing... never does it tire... but oh never shall it tire... |
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