ps: None of that, let a girl live, youll just push her away w/ protectiveness junk. Thanks. LOL. You want to show your little sister that SOL universally condemns the idea of her traipsing all over the country, and you're worried some of us won't follow the script? Never fear, most here will treat her like a dumb hooker who just needs a week away from her family to let her real nature out. Despite nearly two decades of proper conditioning, I'm sure she'll give up the goods to the first hustler who croons "Hi boo".

Yes, but ideally it should end on a redemptive note. Perhaps Mr. Nur's son could be the exact bone marrow match for the killer's only child (dying of leukemia), and the killer could then learn all about the true value of humanity, and send the victim's son to college. Don't laugh, it's a work in progress.

Oh yes it was, for the Starbucks crowd. epic personal struggles, poignant life-lessons, an appreciation for diversity and community. Is it missing any of the above key ingredients? And do you really think the ex-child soldier wrote it without at least one ghostwriter to make it more yuppie-licious?

Originally posted by G G: quote: Originally posted by -Lily-: I would advice you to read what is currently a bestseller and to really think about why the ordinary John would read your book on his commute or the avarage Jane read it on the beach. A Somali book would limit you unles your characters' struggles are universal. That'd be writing for audience. That's the point. Writing without having an audience in mind is called keeping a diary. The first step of writing anything else is choosing your audience. If you want a bestseller, than Lily is spot-on: Think of the "ediot in a hurry" as the target audience. Make it Oprah's Book Club-friendly. Write about epic personal struggles, poignant life-lessons, an appreciation for diversity and community. If it's a real hit, your book is going to be adapted in a made-for-tv film, so prepare accordingly.

You are a sick, sick man.

^Not even if I rig the abayah so razorblades shoot out of the sleeves?

Sure, just remember this ain't your grandparents cat-fight. I plan to go at her with my infamous rollerblades with morning star technique. It doesn't appeal to the mud-fight crowd for some reason.

LOL. KK, when I was twelve I did think holding hands and kisses on the forehead was as far as it should go, thank you very much. Timahaad titcanaysaa miyaa? Ana waan soo xiiranayaa, kadibna vaseline baan isku soo dhabooqayaa. Aan aragno tii "hanjab maxaa iga raacay" ku gabeyda.

Perhaps your friend is 12 years old?

This is getting sad.

Today I had a couple of "You like me, you really like me!" moments. Good end to the year

^I'm at the mercy of the public transportation system and the kindness of others. I would like a Vespa. Ciao! What's your most dangerous/risky recreational activity?

^Everyone can obtain cheap medicine? You must be on something yourself

LOL. He did look a little guilty this morning. Or maybe he was just startled because I shot out the door, tried to answer the phone and slipped on a shoe lace all the while swearing at no one in particular. I don't think I even said hi

Today I found out that it was my neighbor who has been shoveling the sidewalk outside my apartment. I should get him something for Eidkwanhanukmas. Any ideas?

You got to pick one dee. Naturally everyone wants the dual degree And I think KK ROFLHAO.

^Yell "gravity is just a theory!"

And if it does exist, it may be running out.

^They aren't THAT good

LOL. Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof that only men could serve in the Army ("you have to give blood to take blood"), occupy political office ("can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priest and ministers ("how could a woman give her blood for our sins?") or rabbis("without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean"). Genius.

That was funny in a retarded dog chasing his own tail kind of way. To reduce it all--women's aspirations, achievements and struggles--to HE WILL LEAVE YOU is comedic gold.

I must say yesterday's departmental any-excuse-for-a-party was the best one of the season. We took turns playing Guitar Hero and Karaoke Revolution for 3 hours. You don't really know your immediate superior until he/she is yelling at you for missing a beat on Guitar Hero. Or they insist they can only play the bass guitar part, because that's what they play in real life in a band you never knew about. And when it comes to singing, it's always the most unlikely people that have the best pitch.

^LOL. Now I've spent 15 minutes watching kids laugh, crawl and drool on themselves.

Tssk tssk

Beats I wear it because otherwise my father is going to strangle me.