tomorrow i have to a demonstrative speech for public speaking, i'm going to "demonstrate" irish step dancing. but i've been trying to figure out how i'm gonna grab my audience's attention in the introduction... and ... i have the perfect idea!
before i even explain what i'm doing, i'm going to take my pants off! it'll be great, for the first few seconds of that people will be like holy shit what the hell is she doing?! and then they'll see the spandex underneath. i'm sooo gonna get an A
LIAM is young but he doesn't like to talk about it.
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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Oooh sexy. I am bored. I need to stop thinking of Steph, like soon. It's not making me feel all warm inside when I think of her anymore, in fact, it makes me quite sick when I think how easily things can go wrong so quickly. Oh well, I am bound to move on sometime, or something.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
There's a party in Caitlin's pants and everyone's invited!
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Oh come on, it's nice, warm, and doesn't smell that bad. Come on in!
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Everyone's problems here started back in May when this post came about.
"Hi, I am Alan and Stephanie and Diana talked me into posting here"
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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i'm sooo gonna get an A 
