Kiwong
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Probably the same guy selling the tea kettle
Craigslist: never trust.
Yikes, I can't un see that now.
Probably the same guy selling the tea kettle
Craigslist: never trust.
Probably the same guy selling the tea kettle
Craigslist: never trust.
I find it hard to believe how lazy employed people can be, they are getting paid for a job and don't want to do anything . I took my Mom to the grocery store this morning and I found myself having to bag the groceries and take them out to the car to load them up. There was a bag boy standing down at the end of the line to bag them too and then when we showed up to the cashier,, the bag boy disappeared and then showed back up when I had already just about bagged all of them. So, the bag boy pushed the cart of groceries out but then I ended up doing most of the loading. My Mom paid him a tip which I said to her I thought was so wrong. She should have given me the tip.. I did all the work. :veryangry:
Yeah what's up with bag boys these days?
I went to Sydney on Monday to see my third psychologist. In the hotel I watching a move about survivors in the South tower on 9/11. They were interviewing a guy who survived in a lift that fell 78 stories to the ground after the cables were severed. He spoke of a voice that he heard that told him not to give up, to keep fighting.
I thought, I have that voice, it is the one I heard in Brisbane in 2005 when I reached my lowest point, when I was ready to give up on life. And I listened to it, and took one step after another, and ran a marathon. I reckon everyone has that voice, I call it the voice of my guide. Things had to get really desperate for me to listen to it, but it was powerful to make a miracle happen.
I went to Sydney on Monday to see my third psychologist. In the hotel I watching a move about survivors in the South tower on 9/11. They were interviewing a guy who survived in a lift that fell 78 stories to the ground after the cables were severed. He spoke of a voice that he heard that told him not to give up, to keep fighting.
I thought, I have that voice, it is the one I heard in Brisbane in 2005 when I reached my lowest point, when I was ready to give up on life. And I listened to it, and took one step after another, and ran a marathon. I reckon everyone has that voice, I call it the voice of my guide. Things had to get really desperate for me to listen to it, but it was powerful to make a miracle happen.
Are you sure it wasn't your bird?
Awesomeness :thumbup:
September and it's raining heavy every day. I guess summer lasted about 3 days this year.