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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Cameos are like fleeting moments of magic, reminders that even the briefest encounters can leave a lasting impression on our hearts.
That day when it's bright n sunny outside and all you wanna do is close the curtains and sleep all day.
There’s something wonderfully satisfying about the way a pegboard can transform chaos into order, allowing creativity to flourish in every neatly hung tool and cherished memento.
The intricacies of the mastoid process always fascinate me, revealing the delicate balance between our anatomy and the profound impact it has on our overall health.
Sponsorship is more than just a financial boost; it’s about believing in each other’s dreams and nurturing a shared vision for success.
Equity is like that party where everyone gets the same slice of cake, but some people really need a bigger piece to feel satisfied. It’s not just about giving everyone the same tools; it’s about making sure everyone has what they need to build their own amazing thing. When we lift each other up, we create a community that’s vibrant and full of possibilities, and honestly, who doesn’t want to be part of that?
Petitioners embody the very essence of grassroots democracy, challenging the status quo and demanding accountability from those in power. Their relentless pursuit of justice often shines a light on issues that the establishment would prefer to ignore. By standing up and voicing their concerns, petitioners remind us that every individual has the power to influence change and hold leaders accountable.
Paperwork feels like a never-ending script that demands my attention, pulling me away from the more vibrant scenes of life.
I bought a carpet that claims to be stain-resistant, but I’m still waiting for it to resist my decision to eat spaghetti on the couch. It’s funny how the only thing it really resists is my ability to ever vacuum it without feeling like I’m training for a marathon.
Rain always feels like a gentle reminder of the world’s beauty and chaos intertwined. I find solace in the sound of droplets tapping against my window, each one a tiny story waiting to be told. It washes away the dust of yesterday, leaving me both reflective and renewed, ready to embrace whatever comes next.
With each descent into the abyss, I find myself enveloped by a chilling embrace of the unknown, where shadows dance and the haunting beauty of the deep whispers secrets long forgotten.
In the struggle against ringworm, one must adopt a resolute stance, for even the smallest adversary can disrupt the harmony of the body and spirit.
Is surprised to learn that "Fred Whipple's dirty snowball model" is actually a proper scientific thing, and not just a dodgy euphemism.
It's sad that computers, capable of millions of complex calculations per second, are considerably easier to deal with than people.
Just listening to "The Final Countdown" by Europe. Slightly odd that they didn't sample Richard Whitely.
You know you watch too much Netflix when, instead of suggesting other shows you may like, it starts suggesting that you go outside.
The other day, I went to KFC. I didnât know Kentucky had a football club
I'm not overly familiar with the work of "Spongebob".
The veil drapes around me like a whisper of mystery, inviting curiosity while shrouding my secrets in delicate layers.
Admission has always felt like stepping into a spotlight, revealing parts of myself that I often keep hidden. There’s a raw power in vulnerability, a freedom that comes from owning my truth. It’s in those moments of honesty that I find true connection, both with myself and others.
Reading has always been a refuge for me, a way to escape into worlds that feel more vibrant than my own. There’s something deeply satisfying about losing myself in a well-crafted story, where every turn of the page reveals a new layer of complexity. I find that the characters often teach me about life in ways I never expected, reminding me of the beauty and struggle we all share.
The plough cuts through the earth like a thunderous riff, turning the soil into a canvas for life’s relentless symphony.
There's a certain loyalty among a gang that feels like family, binding us together through thick and thin, ready to face the world with grit and determination.
There's nothing quite like the warmth of a cozy snuggle on a chilly evening, where the world outside fades away and all that matters is the comfort of being close. In those moments, I find solace and joy, wrapped in the simple yet profound connection that only a good snuggle can bring.
My uncle taught me that life’s greatest lessons often come wrapped in the simplest moments spent together.
Chafe has a way of creeping into the most delightful of moments, turning a simple stroll into a test of endurance. It’s rather ironic how something so trivial can overshadow the beauty of a sunlit day. One finds oneself longing for the solace of a comfortable chair, far removed from the irritation that seems to mock my every step.
The woodshed stands silent, a witness to secrets buried deep beneath the floorboards of my mind.
Destiny has a way of weaving our dreams into reality when we dare to dance boldly through life.
Got into a bit of an altercation last night. Turns out that "large cod and chips" isn't available as a pizza topping.
That awkward moment when you realise you've not drunk the cup of tea you made 45 minutes ago and it's now quite cold.
In a nutshell, the problem of the CFJ has arisen from a dispute amongst the members of the PBFC who have decided to appeal to the NTSU for permission to take action against the LSM in their dispute with the NFOR. The NFO itself has come out firmly against the CYP, accusing the BFO of not listening to the KY or the more moderate CSI and rejecting the report of the B.A.C.O.N on AK achievements during the current BFP in favor of the SDSCP. This dispute, which arose last M.A.Y, has spread to the TFO, which itself is appealing a BRN ruling to the GRM against the PYB elements of the NPU. Well, will it be McGumby's FNP, or can Harkham's DNY provide last minute support to the FDO to bolster the failing appeal of the BFN F.U.C.K Y.O.U. Or is it simply too late to understand just what is going on here?
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