SPAM!!

[kaaatie]

I found this on a few other journals - I find it incredibly funny for some reason, so I just had to post it here, just to see how many I'll get!!

Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice.

This is your chance to spam me with anything. Then post this in your journal and I'll return the favour.

EDIT: 196 comments! 323 comments now!! You guys rock! I love my friendslist *group hugs*

Comments

[noorie.livejournal.com]

gasolina!!!!!!!!!! /random

[noorie.livejournal.com]

i'm listening to country.

[noorie.livejournal.com]

did you know i used to watch some australian idol? the season with chanel cole and what's his name the chubby guy with the amazing voice and casey donovan and anthony callea. and i can't even remember the names of my favorites! my boy fave was the chubby one, cameron maybe? and the girl was the one who did 'proud mary' and 'work it out'. what a voice.

[noorie.livejournal.com]

mbwahahahah, i own page 11 of your comments!

[noorie.livejournal.com]

i will own page 12 as well. all shall be mine!!!! and all you vermin shall kneel at my feet and kiss the toes of my over-the-knee crazysoxx!

[noorie.livejournal.com]

what's the deal with the tic tacs?

[kaaatie.livejournal.com]

Heehee! The tic tacs thing started about 5 years ago. I was with some friends at a 21st birthday party. She had a bear signed by family and friends, and those little 21st scatter things on the table. We had an empty packet of tic tacs on the table, so we put little scatter thingos in the tic tacs packet, and took photos of the tic tacs with the bear.

Then we started taking tic tac photos everywhere with everything. My favourite was the overdosed picture... My friend lying on the pavement, looking dead, with a packet of tic tacs in his hand, and tic tacs scattered on the pavement around him! It was amusing at the time! Anyway, I thought it would be funny to see pictures of stuff from around the world, with tic tacs! :)

[noorie.livejournal.com]

"hi, it's me. i've got nothing to say."

(george leaving a message on jerry's phone, seinfeld)

[noorie.livejournal.com]

chest stopped hurting, but now tummy does.

[noorie.livejournal.com]

mmm, ten more to go.

[noorie.livejournal.com]

1. i am the lord your god

[noorie.livejournal.com]

2. thou shalt not bear your lord's name in vain

[noorie.livejournal.com]

er, i think i screwed up and this should be 2 instead of 3, but what the hell.
3. thou shalt not have another god over me
(yeah, sort of loosely translating from the original now)

[noorie.livejournal.com]

4. er, honor thy father and thy mother? and the neighbour's doggy?

[noorie.livejournal.com]

5. thou shalt keepeth the day of the sabbath to make it holy?

[noorie.livejournal.com]

6. thou shalt not kill

[noorie.livejournal.com]

7. thou shalt not fornicate?

[noorie.livejournal.com]

thou shalt not steal

[noorie.livejournal.com]

thou shalt not covet your neighbour's thingies. wife, donkey, etc.

[noorie.livejournal.com]

thou shalt not take revenge or bear a grudge in your heart

[noorie.livejournal.com]

i so totally screwed up the order on the last 5. it's been way too long since i read the bible.

[noorie.livejournal.com]

spam spam spammity spam!

[noorie.livejournal.com]

*drops dead of exhaustion*

[demeleka.livejournal.com]

Merry Christmas, early! It feels like it should already be Christmas. At work, I've already decorated like 4 trees, put up 3 of these huge 6 ft tall snowglobe things, put out rolls and rolls of fake snow even though it was like 80 degrees Fahrenheit outside at the time, and helped build an entire grocery aisle of Christmas stuff. Haha, now I have to decorate my house, but I think I might be a bit burned out by now.

[demeleka.livejournal.com]

52

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab
and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

-- Walt Whitman "Song of Myself"

I've always thought that the ending was the most beautiful part of that poem. I've always really loved it.

a song

[demeleka.livejournal.com]

Best of Me - Starting Line (http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=1277E3BA468B4C9E)