Oh that last one u mentioned was really cute. I will check out the first one. http://s3.favim.com/610/141025/anime-girl-cute-kawaii-smile-Favim.com-2180040.jpg

>I begin trolling the troll More like feeding the troll, because you play right into a troll's hands if you start fighting with them. Completely and totally ignoring them, that's the way to win. Eventually they'll get bored and fuck off to pester someone else.

I have a good friend from college who married a man who's about 10 years older than her. They dated briefly for a year and not even seriously. She only saw him to have sex so that it would take her mind off her own loneliness. They have nothing in common, she doesn't find him physically attractive, he's a bit on the slow side, he recently went through a divorce (and never settled his baggage), he sucks in the bedroom, he's terrible at handling family finances, as well as a laundry list of other bad qualities. He is though very devoted to her and loves her dearly. With that said, she's confessed to him that she doesn't love him and she only married him out of fear of dying alone. I was on the phone with her when she told her husband this. That wasn't a fun thing to have gone through. Now she's seeing someone on the side. It was first a sexual S&M relationship (she's into stuff like that), but now this someone else has become a friend that she can actually have fun being out with. She's not interested in him as a life partner or anything like that but she sure does want to divorce her husband now... and she's pregnant with her husband child. My advice... don't do it.

Hey all, planning on Starting a Philadelphia get together. Let us know if you're from this area and would like to go out/ have fun/ board game nights/ anime nights etc.

so, not to beat a dead horse, but i got three more people this week complaining about Cory again ... and it's girls again ... and it's harassment AGAIN ... same story as before ... *sighs* we need site mods :(

The pain of loneliness slowly swelling up deep within me as the truth shows itself to me. Love that once was slowly being diminished by the lies being told by the person I held dearly. My eyes glazing over with confusion as my mind tries to process what is really before me. Is this really the person I gave my all to? Why is this happening? Did I really mess up that bad that I didn't see this coming? The emulation of tears rolling down my face as I stare blankly at her. Love that once was is now slowly breaking down into nothingness like glass shattering on the floor. Is this really how things will turn out in the end? Will the darkness become my home once more? It seems like that is my only home for the time being... Will I ever be saved from such loneliness? The only thing to do from this moment is to take that first step and keep my head up no matter how bloody and torn I may become. I'm sure that this shell of mine will be destroyed by someone who truly loves this.

You see, the thing is I hate everyone. Not just one person (of course their are people that stand out more than others). But hating everyone seems to make my life easier.

Everyone was dead. And yet, they gasped as they took the first breath of life. Peace was universal, as was war. The earth was scarred and barren, but was more fertile and full of life than ever before. I walked among lives that struggled for every heartbeat. I observed those that never wanted for anything. It was all the same to me, and it was always unique. Events raged all around, happening on top of each other. A mushroom cloud rose over Hiroshima as an Aztec priest held a still beating heart above his head. A chimpanzee watched as a chainsaw spewed the life blood of the Amazon, while men froze to death searching for the North Pole. A meteor wiped life off of the planet as man triumphed over science and religion. Time was flowing around me. I reached out my hand and felt the waves throb beneath my fingers. Spanish galleons sank with untold treasure, lightning struck a lone tree in the Sahara, innocents screamed as they were slaughtered by a madman who painted watercolors. I slowed the tide of time. A man sat at a table. He was clothed in a simple tunic, and scratched at his beard thoughtfully. A light shone in his eyes. An idea sparked within the recesses of his mind and as it grew, so did the smile on his crafty face. His name was Archimedes, but his deeds rippled through out history. The waves gently pushed me back, and I let them. The ebb and flow returned as my eyes closed, and when I opened them again I was in the twenty third century. The world held one unifying currency, and government and religion were one. Freedom was a dream, nothing more. And dreams had no place here. I moved on. Once I had tried to change the course of this world. To see if a simple action could mold the future, like diverting the course of a river. I failed. I had not accounted for this euphoric feeling that consumed every fiber of my being. The rush of living and the pain of dying. The memories, sensations and ideas, of humans and animals. I could not leave the stream for more than a few seconds. But I didn't want to. It was all around me. Within me. I was Time.