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Six Things About Me (That You Could Give a Flying Leap About)

Lincoln Adams | January 6, 2008 @ 8:00 am

Simple Mindz couldn’t resist tagging me with yet another one of those damned memes, but she’s hot, so I forgive her. :ggrin:

Alllllrighty then, here are the rules:

Link to the person that tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
Tag six random people and the end of your post-link to their blogs.
Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Run from the stampeding mob that ensues.

And here’s my personal list:

I am addicted to Starbucks Hot Chocolate.
I gave my car a name… and talk to it too.
I have a pillow girlfriend named Isabella that I hug every night for comfort.
I have more disco and neon lights in my bedroom than the local rave club does.
I’m a complete klutz when I’m around beautiful women.
Movies make me cry sometimes.

And now to tag six victims. :naughty:

Enjoy! :ggrin:

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Yeah, about that last post…

Lincoln Adams | July 6, 2007 @ 1:13 am

I was kinda in a really bad mood. :blush:

I do have moments like that (more than I’d care to admit), but after I calm down, a kind of melancholy then sets in. I really don’t want to be this angry with Him, but it’s hard trying to make some sense out of the events of the last few years, and since I’m the kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve, every bad thing that happens in life tends to cut me deeply.

There are times though when I suspect that I’m personally the butt of some sick, heavenly joke. I’d pray I meet someone at work for example who could be “the one” for me, and when I do meet that person, she ends up rejecting me and marrying another co-worker. If the answer to a prayer has to be no, fine, but why rub it in my face? Why humiliate me like that?

And that’s what life seems to be like these days: a series of prayers that not only go unanswered or rejected, but also seem to require some form of divine punishment for even daring to make them. Why?

It’s a simple question, but one that I don’t think will ever be answered.

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