Posted: 8/5/2004, 4:26 pm
What do you know about the building?
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Posted: 8/5/2004, 4:27 pm
Oh, awesome! When it gives you the options to go back to the topic or the forum after you post, it no longer automatically goes to the topic!! Hooray!
Posted: 8/5/2004, 4:30 pm
Waiting to Exist wrote:What do you know about the building?
its old
Posted: 8/5/2004, 4:31 pm
I like when it automatically went to the topic. Then I didn't have to click anything, since I always go to the topic. Now, I keep waiting for it to go back to the topic and getting confused. 
Posted: 8/5/2004, 4:31 pm
its old
...
Good luck.
EDIT: Clarification.
AHH! THERE IS NO MORE LIST OF PEOPLE AND WHAT THEY SAID AT THE BOTTOM
Well person above me who I can't remember (sorry), I always click to topic list. I post in a thread, I want to be out of there ASAP 
Posted: 8/5/2004, 4:38 pm
Waiting to Exist wrote:AHH! THERE IS NO MORE LIST OF PEOPLE AND WHAT THEY SAID AT THE BOTTOM
Um.. yes there is.
Waiting to Exist wrote:Well person above me who I can't remember (sorry)
It's Jess.. like in the signature.
Posted: 8/5/2004, 4:39 pm
Dr.Johny wrote:Waiting to Exist wrote:What do you know about the building?
its old
Posted: 8/5/2004, 4:43 pm
who drew the monkey-birdman?
Posted: 8/5/2004, 5:14 pm
That's a photo of Al.
Posted: 8/5/2004, 5:26 pm
yeah baby!
Posted: 8/5/2004, 5:28 pm
rawr
Posted: 8/5/2004, 5:38 pm
joe_canadian wrote:That's a photo of Al.
Posted: 8/5/2004, 6:48 pm
Story time and advice with Matt.
So once upon a time there was a boy who liked something very far away a lot. When the boy finally had the opportunity see this thing, nothing special happened. The boy hoped and waited for any sort of interaction to be had with that special something, but nothing happened. The boy knew that soon the thing that he cared for would be gone away again, and he looked for any hope of acceptance and caring to be returned. It never happened. A little bit of the boy that dreams died that day. His feeling of self-esteem lowered a little more. The end.
The moral of the story is not to wish for the impossible to happen. Don't dream too big. For when the bubble bursts, the pain is hard to handle.
*engulfs self in depression*
So once upon a time there was a boy who liked something very far away a lot. When the boy finally had the opportunity see this thing, nothing special happened. The boy hoped and waited for any sort of interaction to be had with that special something, but nothing happened. The boy knew that soon the thing that he cared for would be gone away again, and he looked for any hope of acceptance and caring to be returned. It never happened. A little bit of the boy that dreams died that day. His feeling of self-esteem lowered a little more. The end.
The moral of the story is not to wish for the impossible to happen. Don't dream too big. For when the bubble bursts, the pain is hard to handle.
*engulfs self in depression*
Posted: 8/5/2004, 6:52 pm
aww what happened?
what happened?Posted: 8/5/2004, 7:12 pm
poor matt, i know what you mean...i think
Posted: 8/5/2004, 7:15 pm
So do I
Posted: 8/5/2004, 7:21 pm
it sure does suck
Posted: 8/5/2004, 7:33 pm
I just realized that the Birdmonkey dude has crap on his head. Posted: 8/5/2004, 7:37 pm
Posted: 8/5/2004, 7:48 pm
Mmmmrrrrrrrrrrrr.