Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Tuesday evening I find a paper in the mailbox of a 'last try' delivery. First try to my knowledge, but then what do I know, so I give UPS a call in the morning and ask if I can come pick it up in Brussels in the evening. About ten phone calls later a pick up of a packet there would be no problem, even if it was between 21h and 22h (would've been pretty handy as I had to be round the corner around that time for work). The lazy fuckhead who was still in the office wouldn't even do so much as look at my receipt. Called again this morning, they ensured my it was still being held at Brussels. Drove there straight after work (enjoyed about 1h30 of traffic jams), the guy said it wasn't in Brussels but in Antwerp but that he couldn't get anyone on the phone. I guess he's lucky I'm self-contained and that he had a sad-dog-like face.
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
there's not been enuff stabbings round here of recent
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Stuck in the wilds of Surrey on a course.
Hotel in the middle of nowhere, with ridiculous bar prices.
I've been forced to buy a bottle of J & B at lunchtime.
Good job I have a big bag of ganj and my ipod.
Heidi, my parents dog had passed away this evening, 17.5 years old.
We grew up together and she was like a sister to me.
I love her so much and she is already missed...
At least she doesn't suffer anymore and I'm glad that she waited for me to come and say goodbye, since I live in another country and I'm lucky to just be visiting my parents at the moment.
Debaser wrote:Number Two Son has left the building. Off to San Fransisco Uni of Art for two years.
Now, let me sort out Skype and a web cam - any suggestions?
Get a Mac!
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele