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[COLOR=teal] [b]Who was your first kiss?[/b] My Friend Jimmy, And My Friend Lucy. [b]How old were you?[/b] Guy: I was 10, girl: Um, i think we were 13. [b]How was it?[/b] Guy: well, I dont know how to descripe it other then.. Gross. girl: It was Fun, and Sort of weird at the time. [b]What were the circumstances? (Where, Time, etc)[/b] Guy: Him, and i were going out at the time, now he lives.. well i dont know where he lives. havent seen him since 6 th grade girl: She was my best friend at the time, and she still is to this day. [b]What was your Worst/Best Kiss?[/b] Guy: He Was Def. the worst kiss i have ever had in my life. Girl: well i would have to say, she was the best :D[/COLOR]

Anyone know any good songs i could download & that are worth downloading.because i haver 65 songs. and i am starting to get sick of them. thanks.?i would prefer anything but Country. or classical.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DuoMax [/i] [B]That rude guy sounds like a real **** head. [/B][/QUOTE] oh belive me.. he is ~.~ Hes rude to all the people in our class.

[SIZE=4]....Plz comment and tell me what you think....[/SIZE] We had a very heated conversation in Human Sexuality today about homosexuality/bi-sexuality. Someone from the Gay & Lesbian Community Center came to speak to us today. The first thing he did when he walked into the room was write five words on the board: SPIC KYKE CHINC N****er CUNT. I sat in shock after he turned around and I saw what he had written. Then he turned to the class and said, "What do these words all have in common?" "They're derogatory," someone said. "They're demeaning." "They're insults." Then he turned around and wrote Gay[it makes it all ***'s sorry.. ] on the board. "And what about this one?" And the guy who's always making rude comments and being obnoxious said, "What about that one?" "You don't consider this one an insult?" "Only if someone's using it to refer to me." After that the guy asked everyone to throw out some insults/slang that they used or heard someone use when referring to homosexuals. He quickly started writing them out on the board. He then asked to throw out words that referred to people who were heterosexual. I thought it was interesting to see that the only four words that people could come up with were: NORMAL STRAIGHT MALE FEMALE, whereas the whole left side of the board was full of insults and derogatory phrases and words. The guy then started telling about his experience about being gay and after that the whole class period was spent just talking about homosexuality and bi-sexuality, whether it was wrong, immoral, whether or not people accepted it. The one guy who's always making rude comments asked the man a question: "So if there was something you could do to make you straight, would you do it?" "No, absolutely not. If I were to do something like that, it would take a piece of who I am away. It would be changing my identity." "But, you're asking for acceptance, so if you want to be accepted, wouldn't you try to change yourself to fit in?" "I want people to accept me as I am, not the way I would be if I did something to change myself." Rude Guy kept saying that if there was a way for all gay people to change themselves that they should do it. He said, "If there was way that I could change myself into a white man, or into a taller person, I'd do it. So I think if gays want to be accepted, they should do something to change themselves if the option was available." And then surprisingly, I spoke up because what he was saying was really starting to piss me off. I said, "You're treating homosexuality as if it's a disease. It's not a disease, it's who a person is." I just thought the whole lecture and discussion was interesting and what was also interesting was to see so many reactions and opinions in such a small class. There's only about 10 people in that class, yet all the arguments and discussions they were throwing out felt as if I were in a class with 100 people. I've never ever felt comfortable with my own sexuality until recently. I grew up, raised in a Catholic home with parents who said that being gay or lesbian was immoral, was wrong and a sin yet that always seemed to contradict what they always told me: be accepting of all people, regardless of their skin color, their religion, ethnicity. But I guess being accepting of another person's sexuality wasn't part of that equation. Honestly, I don't care if a person is gay, straight, bi, whatever because that's their life and who am I to dictate what another person does with their life? And even though I love being with a man, I've always been attracted to females in a sense and could even picture myself being with a female on a romantic and sexual level. I don't know if that makes me bi, or bi-curious, but I've always felt that way, even when I was younger. Don't get me wrong, I love the male body. I love making love to my boyfriend, it's one of the most beautiful feelings that I've ever experienced. But I also love the female body, every part of it. It's so intricate, and beautiful, and complex and I could spend hours looking at it. And I know that if I were ever to bring this up to any of my family or friends, they'd look at me as if I were some kind of freak which saddens me because why should it even matter? I could go on and on about this subject but I'm already late for class. This is one of the reasons why I love my Human Sexuality class. It always gets me thinking about these types of things. what are your feelings on this..

I perssonally like there music video, Whats wrong with them running around in the rain kissing each other?. Nothing that i see wrong but that is just my opinon. I dont know, i actully like there music and the video.

[COLOR=crimson]just to make this clear, this is not something i wrote, my friend Wrote it and i really liked it so i decided i would post it on ob, The person that made this is ×braceletwhore×..What do u think?[/COLOR] she lies faceless in the coffin-shaped bathtub, letting the freezing hot shower beat down on her naked stomach and legs and breasts and opened hands. steam is pulled into droplets on mildewed mirrors and porcelain walls, running in rivulets to collect in the hollows of her body until she is annointed with the rust and mold of mundane urban life. this is the time when she obtains her deadly calm, as she towels her skin perfumed and clean, when each footfall is heavy on the carpet like another trembling chord in the song she breathes. this is when the seconds are locked like amber, as her eyelids are heavy and her look is pure tragedy. not melodrama, but the true sadness that only comes with knowing that nothing else is left. and these water drops on the skin of her face and her hands and her body only serve to burn this stillness deeper into her sense of self. soon it will consume her, leaving only a walking shell, a waking dream that is inescapable. and her heartbeat is trapped in fingertips tap tap tapping on the curved body of the guitar, in the faint wavering variations as the strings sing a slowly dying melody. these moments are fingers dancing on the neck of a guitar; these seconds are pearls glowing softly in candlelight. sweet music fills her ears and echoes inside of her head, music only she can hear, music she dances to, sings to, sleeps to. this music is the soundtrack when she makes love to empty air, spreads her legs for shiny promises and gilded lies. her self-worth lies abandoned on a deserted highway; her sense of self-preservation was buried long ago. she's self-destructive and beautiful, dying in a flash of light. it's an irresistable scent that draws those who feed on sorrow like moths to a flame. so she'll paint her lips deep-red and full, and dab her wrists with the smell of honey and cinnamon and exotic spicy smoke. breathe where her heart beats so close beneath her skin, where her blood races at her neck, her temples, her wrists, and you will smell what a little girl longed to be - sandalwood golden and jasmine sweet, perfect in every possible way. so she'll bow her head and go down on her knees for you: it's the power you've always wanted, and she's everything you've ever dreamed. her calm is a shield that numbs her heart, so she forgets the pain of humiliation, so she ignores the price of absolute submission. soon enough this numbness will spread. she is so subtly sexy in the blue monitor light, jeans riding the edge of her hipbones, shirt leaving the curve of her lower back and the soft trench of her spine open to any eyes that care to see. long sleeves are essential, here; she'll hide the flaws and flaunt what she's got: curves and short, curling hair, large deep eyes and chiseled collarbones. she's tempting her death to her, you see, calling for someone to let her out of this life. she doesn't mind dying alone and in pain; there are plenty willing to answer that call, to lead her off this mortal coil with a knife or a rope or a gun, or simple fists and lots of hate. and she would welcome the oblivion. but these images have been used before, and they've become cliché. words turn to dust in my mouth, at my fingertips, and the click click of keys erases any original thought left in my mind. and i cannot tell this story right. this hissing, this empty air, this lack of connection is driving me insane. This static is burning in my ear and the tears are burning into my eyes and i have nothing left. there is nothing left behind these eyes, in these hands, between these lips. my stories have all been told.

my whole family has the flu type thingy, and we went to the emergancy and the doctor said it is going around alot and just to stay in bed for 3 - 4 weeks b.c Eveyone is getting it.

Yeah, it looked good so i want to go see it, I think i may as soon as it comes out in Canada. & thats not intill January 24 or 25 th

Has anyone seen darkness falls, it looks good and all but im not sure if i should go see it? So if u've seen it can u tell me what u think about it?! Thanks

Nice poem Ash keep them coming

I dunno if this is the right place, but i just wanted to know what people thought about this, i dont think people like this should deserve to be parents, but i read it and it made me think.. the mother is stupid but o well read it and leave ur commments i guess?!$$.. p.s ( if this isnt the right place to post this im sorry) Mom beat boy to death Struck after he vomited at meal By TAMER EL-GHOBASHY and ALICE McQUILLAN DAILY NEWS STAFF WRITERS A Brooklyn mother brutally beat her 4-year-old son because he threw up during Christmas Eve dinner - and didn't seek help for the ailing boy until after he dropped dead three days later, law enforcement sources said yesterday. Using her hands and slippers, Liliana Valera, 22, of Kensington hit her son so hard that his bowels ruptured, authorities said. She was charged yesterday with murder, manslaughter and endangering the welfare of a child in the case of little Carlos Rufino. An autopsy completed yesterday found evidence of a vicious beating involving broken ribs, contusions and internal injuries, said Ellen Borakove, spokeswoman for the city medical examiner's office. She said there were lacerations of the small intestine, and the bowels had ruptured. Festivities disrupted Law enforcement sources said Valera erupted shortly before midnight on Christmas Eve, when Carlos vomited at dinner. As the boy's father and some guests remained at the table, Valera dragged the boy into another room and beat him, the sources said. Carlos remained ill throughout Christmas Day and into Friday afternoon, when his parents found his lifeless body in the living room of their E. Fourth St. apartment, authorities said. They called 911 and Carlos was rushed to Maimonides Medical Center, where he was declared dead on arrival. No charges had been brought against the boy's father, whose name was not released. Child welfare officials, who took custody of Carlos' 1-year-old sister yesterday, said they had no prior contact with the family. Neighbors described Carlos' parents as quiet and hardworking. They said there appeared to be nothing amiss with the boy, who authorities said had been treated for tuberculosis at some point. 'This is very sad' "I'm telling you, he seemed like a healthy kid," said the family's landlord, who did not want his name used. "This bothers me so much. They seemed like caring parents, and I never heard any screaming or fighting. This is very sad." Christmas stockings and red ribbons filled the windows of their second-floor apartment. The green, red and white colors of the Mexican flag, also in their window, echoed the holiday spirit. Hyo Lee, manager of Young's Fruit and Vegetables, said Carlos appeared well when he visited the shop with his mother last weekend. "He was fine, just like a regular kid," said Lee, 40. He said Valera, who speaks little English, "was very smart and was one of my best customers." On Friday afternoon, he saw the little boy being rushed into an ambulance. "The police told me he was dead," Lee said. "I was so sad. He's so little."

woah good poem, i really like it, =)

Hi ash i finally got this thing & i am slowly learning how to use it hhahah, well i love ur writting post more, baiii