If you haven't been on a bus thats full of robots, you haven't lived. The robots costumes were made of card board, aluminum and tubing. One actually looked like Marvin from HHGTTG BBC series.
"I remember my first Valentines day in 1st Grade. My mom asked me how many kids I had in my class, and we went down to Osco and got two packages of valentines day cards, enough for every child in my class. The cards were all the same size and all said basically the same thing.
When I got to school, each child had a small box on their desk. Then at some point during the day, I would go around the class and give each child a card. And I mean each child; the quiet one in the back, the most popular girl in class, the prettiest girl, and honestly even the boys as well. This was way before society had taught me that such a showing of affection had to exclude the half of the world who are the same gender as I. And by the end of the day, we all had a full box of valentines to take home with us.
One desk, one box, the love of a child.
But then as I got older, society taught me that I would further narrow my offerings of affection, picking only those that I choose to be special or worthy. Eventually, I was taught to limit it to only one person. And that card that I gave out as a child was no longer sufficient. The cards were bigger now, they all said different things and I was supposed to categorize my feeling for this person and pick just the right card that said just the right thing.
More time went on, and the cards still got bigger and cards were not enough, to show that really really special person what they meant to you, you needed to send flowers and candy and jewelry. Apparently, as we grew, our boxes got bigger and it took more and more to fill those boxes. And now we absolutely could not give more then one card; people hire detectives to make sure that the person who is supposed to be filling their box is not buying a package of cards. And if you didn't have someone sending you stuff you are saddened by your big empty box and people filled those empty boxes with sadness and despair.
This morning I am sitting at my virtual desk where I have a virtual box on it, and I am taking back from society what it has taken from me. I am counting how many people play a role in my life, and I am buying my virtual packages of cards. And I have one for every single one of you. Man or woman, young or old, straight or gay, married or single. And they are all the same size and they all say the same thing and I am going to every box and placing a card into it.
And the virtual boxes are all the same size and the virtual desks are all the same and I invite each and every one of you to do the same so that no box is empty and that the shy ones and the pretty ones and the popular ones and everyone goes home tonight with a full box of valentines.
One virtual desk, one virtual box, the love of a child at heart.
Take jmajor thinking. Overcome my secret fear of dvds. Connect with my inner porn. Admit my true feelings to _melodic_. Keep my fubar clean. Take evening classes in internet.
Last week I committed genocide... Sorry about that, chrome_corset (-5000 points). In October I put money in marian7678's expired parking meter (14 points). In November I pulled over and changed thefelinepunk's flat tire (15 points). Last Tuesday I bought porn for thenakedavenger (-10 points). In March I bought porn for burntstrawman (10 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-4971 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!
- Been looking for a second job the last month. God, I hating the waiting game. - Finally looking at some cell phones. Might as well become assessible anywhere I travel now. - Room was neat for one week. Now its back to the lovable pig style I'm used to. - Oh yeah, life in limbo. Oh well.
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