Mine is going to be titled "No Connection to Direction" to illustrate the fact I have no sense of space and time, and the fact that I'm such a flighty "what should I do with myself" kind of person.

Shawnee'ie's post doesn't need fixing, you just need to interpret it correctly to see that she's a tree-huggin', Obama-Lovin' socailistic kind of a moran.

I don't understand. Isn't this supposed to be "like a party"?

You forgot to mention my bleeding heart. :mad:

Peace out, chica! :)

(Your bleedin' heart will drip on you)
Your bleedin' heart will make you wince
You'll wash and wash and try pre-rinse
But clean won't come 'spite what you do
Your bleedin' heart will drip on you
When drops come down like falling rain
You'll stand around the shower drain
You'll mop the floor all day
It's true, your bleedin' heart will drip on you
When drops come down...
Your bleedin' heart will drip on you.

(sorry Hank)

Drip it does, typically from a stab wound to the back from a "friend." ;)

One day, I'll learn.

you'll never learn. NEVER! consider the snowmobiles...

Consider that I've shaken hands with Tiny Tim and Jim Bakker. They both had damp, limp handshakes.

Are you sure that was their hands?