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The site had the following in the homepage, "Whatever I feel like talking about." I noticed that the web site stated " But can you decide? Are you sick or well? Are you tired or wired? Are you loving or indifferent? Are you all of these things? Shouldnt you know? Forever influenced by external stimuli." They also stated " Internal knowledge and love for oneself is the path to happiness. The issue is remaining in that state. Is the sweet as sweet without the bitter? July 5, 2012 1 Comment."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
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Rants from a Self Help Junkie. A collection of rants, ramblings, and thoughts from the mind of a self help junkie! My quest to find some existence and purpose in this life. The Launch of My Two New Projects. 8220; This site will be a continuation of this blog. It will also grow into something much more! 8220; T.
I want to be like Po. Some have even said there is a nationwide depression beginning in our country as we deal with all this multiple-year drama and trauma. Yep, life can be downright hard. Hear the legends of the Kung Fu Panda! Raised in a noodle shop, never seeking glory or fame,. Master Shifu saw the warrior blossom,.
Too much, too fast. Is the love gone? Filed under The Husband. Bleach filled every gasp of air. The fluorescent lights transformed everyone into ghosts, blending the healthy visitors in with the pasty residents a horror movie in action. My footsteps echoed in the long hallway, my heels clicking a slow beat on the floor as I approached room 319. Mama, are we there yet? My mot.
I rant, it is the thing that I do. Monday, June 11, 2012. Chicken wings are not food unless they have enough sauce on them to turn them volcanic. The princess pageant of the finalists was good, cows got the worst of it in the talent segment. Sunday, June 10, 2012.