If it's on private property, Id say so. I feel like public property shouldn't be your responsibility; strays poop in public places and we don't do anything about it. IT SHOULD BE THE GOV'T RESPONSIBILITY
The free post thread still exists, but it is buried. They unstickied it like a bunch of scrubs for an idea they abandoned 1.5 months in.
Thanks for posting the link cubs. And i remember when they were in the works for a new idea but I stopped coming here, sadly. How's everyone?
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It's pretty nice. If I decide I want the walls of my living room to have 4 holes each, and the North wall to have a giant phallus painted in rainbows... no one can stop me. It's actually sort of scary too. I'm surprised I haven't accidentally knocked a wall over being excited that no one can stop me from doing it.
This is why I'm so excited. Living in an apartment is hard because I feel like hammering nails into the walls to put a painting or something up is annoying because of how thin our walls are. I'm moving out the end of this week actually and renting a house this time. Hopefully it's better this time around haha.
Congrats. When I graduated, they held my diploma because they said I had "unpaid fines." When I went in the following Monday to get it, they said "oh we found the fine you paid for, here's your diploma." I didn't have a diploma at my grad party hahah
People are mandated in many states to have purchased car insurance, why not health insurance? The argument is, is that what (in part) causes premiums to go up so high is that people who are uninsured that are having medical problems are going to the ER. If everyone was insured, it might drive costs down.
imo, the reason you must have car insurance is for other people. Health insurance really only affects you, so you shouldn't be forced to have it.
Seen it so many times before, but it always blows my mind. Earth always seem so small after viewing how large everything else is. Our planet is just the size of an ant, one you could walk around many times in a lifetime. Makes you feel closer to people.
That very thought makes me feel so much more confident; not sure why.
I'd rather be here than anywhere else. I'm proud of things we've done, but I'm often times more ashamed of what we've done. But again, I'd still rather be here than anywhere else. (except maybe britain)
I haven't written anything in a while (rather, I haven't posted anything here in a while). Hopefully some of the people who liked my stuff before will see this because I hate it but have gotten some good responses back. Just not sure if I should toss it or keep it. Any crit is appreciated, c4c ------------
I never understood the use of human fingernails. Aside from pointless uses like spinning loose screws, peeling an orange, or being used as a stress reliever by an anxious kid, they get dirty too easily, they break too often, and for those anxious kids, they grow too quickly.
I've dreamed of tearing these vestigial extremeties off and letting my cuticles callous. The soft skin underneath these hard, horn-like covers increases my chances of an attempt to amputate these appendages.
As I'm sitting in my room, sweating off my saline solution, I'm holding a pair of pliers and a plastic baggie. My iPod's on shuffle and staring back at myself from the mirror. As the sweat forms droplets along my brow, I start to breathe deeper. I put the pliers to my phalanges and pull.
At that instance, I thought about what I was leaving behind. They're the one thing that have never left me. If we parted ways for a moment, they've consistently come back.
And for being an anxious kid who relies on these nails, I realized how much I was giving away. So I nailed that nail back into my bleeding finger, and swallowed down my pain as I cried out, and for a fleeting moment, I knew love.
I posted this in DT, but I figured since it wasn't technically about drugs, I'd just post it here.
I'm going to South Padre, Texas this weekend and a friend of mine is gonna bring weed. We know that there are stops that check for illegal immigrants and they also have drug dogs that search all cars, but as far as we know (from what we've heard), it's only on the way back. This would make sense.
Has anyone gone there and do you know if they check on the way there?
Exactly. And in this case it did. Which is why, I believe, the police took him in. Not to give him a conviction for it, but to get him off the streets before somebody did him in, and to give him a good talking to about not encouraging that sort of response in people again.
I could handle that. I think it's too hard to draw that line (when talking about the potential of causing uproar) and if you can't draw a line, you shouldn't be able to act on it. You know?
It's just a tough call. I think that at that point, though it's quite clear who is right and who is wrong, it becomes difficult to balance 'justice' and liberty. I think often the police will intervene with these things not to repress peoples right opinions or thoughts, but simply because if they allow them to demonstrate there's a huge risk of riots/violence occurring, and maintaining social order is, at the end of the day, their duty.
But isn't any radical post (like his facebook post) capable of shaking the social order?
I'm not saying he should think religion is a good thing, or that he should like the beliefs. I'm saying he should respect the fact that he's not the only person with beliefs (or in this case, a lack thereof). I'm an Atheist, but I wouldn't say that a Christian's beliefs are wrong simply because I don't believe them; I also wouldn't say they're right simply because I defend their right to have one.
Of course he's free to say what ever he wants, it's just a matter of respecting someone's belief.
Wait, if it's not wrong...why don't you believe it?
ot: people in America say they think police should be able to stop Westboro from protesting for the same reason. Why is this any different?
She darted out that door, like fiery fire flies - illuminating and igniting images we haven't seen in days.
The sun stopped shining about four days ago. I ran from rain, tracking mud and squishing tulips with my barefeet. I feared drowning in the dark, I feared falling farther than the edge of the light being casted by my fire fly.
The sound of the slamming screen door split the silence, lingering in the dimly lit shadows of our room.
I miss rolling around over the rolling hillside of the country. I miss attracting ants to a lunch we had intended on eating. We used to rub dandeloins on our wrists, to color our skins and mimic the brightness of the sun.
As my fire fly fluttered out the front door, the street lights went out - one by one. And for the first time, I realized how little light a fire fly emits.
Hey dt, I'm going to South Padre, Texas this weekend and a friend of mine is gonna bring weed. We know that there are stops that check for illegal immigrants and they also have drug dogs that search all cars, but as far as we know (from what we've heard), it's only on the way back. This would make sense.
Has anyone gone there and do you know if they check on the way there?