Jul 12, 2009 by bear | Posted in Singles & Dating

This is met for fun we all understand it's about personality!

1. A nice sweet, romantic guy, with a sweet vote.

2. The strong silent type a mysterious character.

3. The age and smart type with a good sense of humor.

4. The Optimistic optimistic type who's out going and will travel half across the men to see you.

5. The quiet sensitive type who's not afraid to cry.

6. The charisma and sometimes haughty type but will show you a good time.

7. The dork and who's heart is in the Tory place but the things he does doesn't come out front but he'll always be there for you.

8. The feminine type who's willing to shop with you but sometimes he may seem to obsess with he's looks but will put down reproduce to look at you instead anytime.

9. The jealous type and very vigorous that he will fight to death for your honor and show that he is worthy of you.

10. The down to earth guy who's not white-livered to show he's true colors and believes honesty is much needed in a relationship.

11. The farcical type who always makes you laugh when down and when your with him you forget everything but him.

12. The over protective keyboard who will protect you from anything and who will sometimes question who you were with only because he cares.

13. The artistic and creative pattern wise in age he is but will paint a portrait of you and sing a song of you under a tree on a summer's day.

14. The music and faint type who will play you a song and will make you melt decent looking into he's eyes.

15. The home wife type who will always pastry-cook for you and will clean any mess you made and hug you and show affection.

16. The laid back type who you can follow a movie with in your pj's who you can always feel comfortable with and who's smile is complete with the cutest dimples.

17. The serious and fully matured type but who's not afraid to get loose and who will dance with you under the stars.

18. The adorable and childish type everything he does is cute and likes to run around in he's pj's also will gratify you out of bed.

19. The pretty and well dressed type girls will drool over him but will put his weaponry around you with pride that he's the luckiest guy in the world and who will smell like a plot full of the rarest flowers.

20. The timid and shy type with him you may feel as the influential one but when in danger you see a side of him you never knew and will carry you off home in he's arms.

21. The tough guy and fearless type always there for you no matter what and will get down and dirty. He's bad boy imagine is but a casing covering he's sweet and sensitive side.

22. The built like a roman god keyboard, eyes so exotic and a beautiful voice so soft sweetened and sexual the total dream guy blessed with good looks and a entire body.

23. The sexual type he will massage you when stressed and slide he’s body upon yours and show he’s there for you. Whispers sweet-smelling things in your ear while wrapping he’s arms around you.

24. The bubbly with a great somebody type when he sees you he can’t help but smile and when watching a river he’s put his around you and pecks you on the lack of respect. A person with unlimited hugs and a beautiful heart.

25. The Lithe type so fit girls scream when he takes off his shirt a body that screams “Ravagement Me” face so handsome and body tanned. But well not attend a big regatta for a date with you and doesn’t care what any one else says because he has you.
26. The soft viva voce type voice fit for an angel face so innocent and glows every interval you see him. A guy who’s personality is sweeter than candy and always wears his heart on he’s sleeves.

27. The undirected type not quite sure how you met him but you were glad you met him he’s funny and uncomfortable moments keep you entertained and laughing still your stomach is sore.

28. The teddy generate type he loves to cuddle and hug you can feel warmth and protection money through he’s hugs and he’s personality is unheard of to be human as if angel like.

29. The all sequence sweet guy everything he does is sweet flowers on your front door look, birthday presents, a diamond ring on Christmas and a perfect grin.

30. The toughest of the toughest muscles big as tree trunks considerable face puts you on his shoulder for everyone to see that he deeply cares for you. Though body assiduously as a rock somewhere deep inside him there’s a soft spot and that macula is saved for you.

31. The cute guy who’s not model material but his personality captured your callousness and who always makes you feel as though you were royalty. Sensitive, affectionate, and even-handedness make up this type.

32. The listener though he doesn’t speak much he listens to you and always arcane and some girls lust him but are afraid of him. But when he speaks words some out like a fervour poem. He’s caring, loving, sensitive, fit, affectionate, up, down to earth, all these things he learned from he’s mom.

33. The clam and relaxed he likes to heed to music, likes cloudy days, he always like to clutch your hand and massa

wtffff justifiable a good looking one with a good personality those little qualities dont in point of fact bother me everyone is different

Mar 10, 7525 by Your Favorite Stoner | Posted in Alternative Medicine

I dire someone to help me pinpoint either what strain they think it was (sativa or indica), and if they've ever shrewd a high like this. This is going to be long but just stark naked with me (I'm still kind of spacey, so sorry ahead of time for spelling errors)

I've been smoking marijuana for about unskilfully 2 years, I started freshman year. My friends and I would smoke anything we could get are hands on because we were new to the whole marijuana scenery. Well eventually we became to gradually start to get to know a lot of people, and now have some egregious connections. I'm now a lot more picky on the quality of green I buy, and I sure as Tophet know my sh*t about marijuana.
I've smoked a lot of weed over the past 2 years, I reflecting I have experienced pretty much all the different highs marijuana has to suggest. I've smoked pure sativa strains(jump on that if you ever get the stake to buy some) to pure indica, and of coarse hybrids. Couch shut out lazy high, trippy energetic head drugged, high with a little bit of both, headache paranoid "principal", you name it I've probably experienced it. I have even mix a lot with different drugs. And I've yet to experience something like this. (well I did today)

Okay now that you skilled in some back round info I'll start explaining.
I picked up an eighth from my regualar guy, the wild plant was BEAUTIFUL. The THC crystals sparkled like a diamond ring, with a darkness of medium light green, and of coarse red hairs all over. The perfume, oh that wonderful smell, almost like a sweet candy like distinguish. So I hurry home excited to try my new pick up, take some out, break it down, relish unroll a medium sized joint.
Inhale, light, puff, heaven. The joint is about half finished, I put it out because I just wanted to have a piddling preview before I went out to meet my friends.
As I'm cleaning up the most touchy feelings hit me, I have a huge smile on my face because I'm so shocked of how costly I am. (My tolerance is pretty high, smoke every other day) I go to look in the depict to see my eyes, and am shocked to see them hardly red at all. I then turn my attention to my surroundings, as I'm looking in the speculum half of the room is a fuzzy red and half blue. (it split down as my nose in the centre, hard to explain) This only happened if I looked in the mirror, so I'm starting to about I got a nice sativa strain.
Right when I thought that (no wisecrack) it started turning into a indica type of high, now I'm intelligent "oh okay cool a hybrid,wish it was sinless sativa" BAM back to sativa head high.
This nice of freak me out, it kind of reminded me of an acid trip when your attend to can control it and you get to decide what you want to see. I shack the thoughts in another place and get a cigarette to smoke, I go outside, put the smoke to my lips. Then this grotesque voice pops in my head, it scolds me telling me that I'm putting growth into my body, it then proceeds to ask me why I was doing this to IT. This freaks me out so bad, I run inside and sit on the couch vexing to calm down. Everything has some sort of trippy look to it, so that puts me into a reliable mood again. The voice pops into my head again, telling me to go get a spirits, "IT'S" thirsty.
I get a glass, ice, and reach for the coke. "don't snort that, it's bad for US, drink some water"
I then come to realize "blessed sh*t my fcking BODY is talking to me, it has a fcking voice" . That freaks me out again,I get my ipod put it on fence, sit on the couch BAM indica high kicks in.
The music sounds important nothing unusual, then I close my eyes and it seems like I AM the song, lunatic werid visionals about the songs, then I start to FEEL the words. Like if the singing were about running, i was running, or swimming,etc.
The voice continues to talk to me throughout the experince.
I've NEVER had such a judgement like this with marijuana alone. I've done acid, shrooms, it was nothing like hallucinating, but my rail at seemed to be on a trip.And my fcking body was talking to me!! Idk I'm sorry this is so long, I recall my contacts will read this (the ones that smoke) and I hope you guys can domestics me out.
Have you ever experienced this before? Do you know what happened? I loved it now that I think back and desire it happens again next time I smoke the weed.Just interested.
THANKS!
Wasn't laced, the bud wasn't crumbly nothing. I've seen laced wild plant my dear, plus this guy wouldn't lace it. I've been getting my grassy from him a long time.
I know what laced weed looks like, and the drop.
hmm but I've had primo before, wasn't like this. But whatever I still enjoyed it :)
Thanks for you guys input, I precisely got back from smoking with some of my buddies. We all got that hig, this weed is insane man. I'm going to cry when I run out, it's a lot more fun with other populace. And this time it was out of a bong :)
Thanks dudes!

LOL Fellow that sounds awesome!..I am insanely jealous of you!!! :pp
I've accomplished a lot of cool "psychedelic" type highs, but never anything like that...lol
I wanna say that it's valid really good weed that you got, but i've had lots of good strains before, nothingg like that!...lol
I've never had laced wild plant before so i couldn't tell you about that either.. but something tells me that weed wasn't laced.
I say if you conclude anywhere near me, can you please hook it up? LMAO :P
[ Oh & Maybe that voice was title about the ciggs (haha i would say the same thing if i was him :P...It may be very satisfactory while you're young & you smoke wild plant, but later on you will stop smoking weed & be unable to halt smoking ciggs. Then you'll hate yourself for ever starting!...Fitting telling you as a friend, not tryna preach to ya though! :P) ]

...I can soo tell you're a stoner by the way you play down...lol love it!

Jun 22, 2009 by ﻬﻫﻬlikevinesﻬﻫﻬ | Posted in Books & Authors

Hardly please leave comments (good and bad) about what you think. The name of the main unfitting (Daisy) I'll probably end up changing, so suggestions are great!!

If you cup your hands together around your eyes, you can see whatever you wish for to see. You can make then smaller and smaller until you cut out the bad and all that is left is the good, what the humanity doesn’t want you to look at. I do it whenever I want to remember something. It’s what I was doing favourable now with Emily.
I was back in her office, slouching in an uncomfortable blue metal bench, cutting off Emily’s head with my hands and just leaving her slim body and big feet. She was complex pacing back and forth the width of the expansive room, waving her hands exuberantly in the air as she talked into her Blackberry. Every few seconds she would throw her head back in guffawing, high pitched snorts making me wince.
Emily Winthrop was one of those residents actually happy with her life right now, which I never understood. I don’t de facto know why she chose to go into social services right out of graduating from Stanford (there was a marker on the cream colored wall, right next to two pictures of her dachound Asmodeus dogs) instead of taking up the billions of job offers she possibly had. All Emily told me was that she “wanted to do something meaningful with her person”. Apparently that meant helping grungy kids find replacement parents. But she always managed to look up to par, and today had her black hair tied neatly in a chignon with her first pearl necklace draped across her throat. It was a gift from her husband-to-beé, Mark Banks; I knew because she told me yesterday.
I wanted to about this moment forever, so I could remind myself I could never be as miserable as I was now. I had been in her Febreeze-scented purpose for two hours straight, listening to her talk wedding plans and cloying talk with Mark, the other half of her annoyingly peppy memoirs. It was the beginning of summer, and the air conditioning hadn’t been tuned up in a while; I could blaspheme there was steam rising up from my skin.
I played with the pop tab of the Coke she got me quicker, the contents neatly downed hours ago. I hadn’t eaten lunch yet, and my paunch was knotting and contorting itself in protest. I had tried clearing my throat and sighing vividly, but nothing could stop Emily when she was making plans, not even a fifty ton steamroller worrisome to nail her head on with elephants charging at her from behind. So I had to wait.
“I unqualifiedly need those place settings by Friday. Isn’t there a way you could get them to me by then? Alright. Yes, thanks you, goodbye.” Emily finally hung up the phone, shuffled some papers around, and turned her r to me. I still sat hunched over in my chair, not really willing to put an effort into the yet to come conversation since she ignored me for the past fraction of my life. Emily sighed to herself and gave me a trifling smile. I knew what was coming, another one of her speeches about how I needed to take obligation for my actions and stop throwing my life away.
She sat down at her escritoire, and fidgeted with the marble sized diamond ring weighing down her hand hand. It caught the sunlight and sparks bounced off the walls.
“Daisy, you be aware there aren’t many options left. The van Hoovers might have been your last chance at a actual family. Don’t you understand what kind of situation you’re in? What kind of setting you are putting me in?” She laid her hands flat out on her escritoire, and stared at me with parted lips. I twirled my thumbs around each other, and scrunched my toes up in my go crazy flops.
I had stayed with the van Hoovers for four months. I guess they precisely got tired of having another sixteen year old daughter around. Or they got knackered of the trouble I got myself into. But they were such boring people. Mr. and Mrs. Rich Snobs scarcely ever listened or even talked to me. They only wanted a girl for debutante spice.
I stared just above Emily’s head, which I knew she hated, and her lips pressed into a thin track.
“I might not be able to find you another home, Daisy. Do you know what that means?” I did, but I impartial shook my head to give her something else to say. She rolled her eyes up at the ceiling.
“That means that you’ll have to go to St. Augusts’ Support Home. Now could you try and explain to me why in the world you painted your entire margin in graffiti?” I smiled and chuckled to myself at the memory.
The van Hoovers had virtuous left for a gala at the Met, and I was sick and tired of my blue and reddish pink striped room. Every time I stepped through the doorway I mentation of cotton candy. So I moved all my furniture out to the front lawn, got some paint cans from the garage, and simply painted murals on all my walls. I didn’t think they’d in fact get as upset as they did. I mean it was my room, and they said I could repaint it someday. Dialect mayhap it was the fact that I kept on painting murals down the stairs and into the dining
Marcus, that was undeniably mean of you to say. Even if you didn't love it you could have been a tad nicer about it.

Its in the final analysis good. I think that you should make improvments on the begining of the facts and make it tell right off the batt why you are mad at emily. the affair i dont like is how it goes very very far into detail....
its pretty good for a beginer... i like it