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philosphorescence: December 2009
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8216;tis the season to be expletive deleted. Christmas can kiss my arse. Yes, this is a rant. I am over it. I just want to go away somewhere and enjoy being happy. By myself. No commitments to anyone else but myself. Why the fuck do we put ourselves through this every single year? This is the most stressful time of the year. Suicides, depression, deaths, misery, divorce, road rage, shopping rage; people generally going psycho. Is it like one final worldly purge of karma for the year? Links to this post.
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ploty z Winylu: 2016
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Środa, 25 maja 2016. Budowa balustrady plastikowe na plot i bramkę ogrodzeniowa nie wymaga pozwolenia na budowę ani komunikowania tego faktu starostwu powiatowemu prócz kilku wypadków. Konstrukcja balaski Winylowe na ogrodzenie i bramę sztachetowa nie zada zezwolenia na to ani sygnalizowania tego faktu starostwu powiatowemu oprócz szczególnych przypadków. Zgłoszenia trzeba dokonać gdy:. Stawianie ogrodzenia przekraczającego 2,2 m wielkości bez względu na położenie ogrodzenia. Niekiedy do stawiania plot p...
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philosphorescence: October 2010
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Day 26: What do you think about your friends? My friends are awesome. Again, resisting the urge to write “The End” here because that’s what I think about my friends – they’re awesome. You. Are. All. Awesome. Instead I’ll tell a story. Once upon a time, a girl – recently adrift in the world of friends (owing to unfortunate incidents already discussed), started forming connections online with people she found interesting and entertaining and inspiring. Links to this post. Day 25: What’s in your bag? On the...
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philosphorescence: August 2010
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The philosophy of grammar nazis. There’s nothing like seeing someone do something similar to what I have done in the past to teach me important lessons in life. Yet, because I’ve been there myself, I can empathise, and hope that one day they too will see how damaging it becomes. And so, tonight, in a perfect example of contradiction, I find myself outraged at the trivial things other people become outraged about. Like grammar and punctuation. People should be allowed to paint their sentences with whateve...
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philosphorescence: 30day challenge: 29.
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Day 29: In this past month what have you learned? Owing to one of the goals I set myself earlier in the month of trying to learn one new thing each day, I’ve learned a lot. Did you know there are 58 Maori tribes? Did you know that copacetic means fine, excellent? Did you know that before the 1670s, clocks only had one hand? Did you know there’s a cylinder in a vault in France which determines how much a kilogram weighs? To borrow a quote from Ice Cube: I can do it put my back into it.
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philosphorescence: the philosophy of friendship
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The philosophy of friendship. It’s only been over the last three of four years that I have had friendships physically dissolve in front of my eyes. Before then friends just drifted away to lead other lives in other places; not ending a friendship, just suspending it due to distance, and then time. No, lately I’ve had friendships die in the arse because damaging situations – irreparable, or so I assume; I’m still not sure. How do you decide whether there’s anything left to hang a friendship on? I don̵...
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philosphorescence: January 2010
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Price check on me please. I don’t know what I ever did to cupid to piss him off so much but that little cherub has been kicking my arse for way too long now. Time to stop. Seriously, how much more bad love karma can I have? I really am over being made to feel like a chump, hanging around purely for someone else’s amusement. I belittle myself to put up with that. I sell myself short. I am worth more than that. I’m worth wooing, dammit. A person is worth love. A person is not worth indifference. I’m ...
