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Celebrity? What's the attraction to these strange people. Seems to me they change like - chameleons. One minute there with one person, then a next. Different hair do's and styles. They have more money than sense really. What they all have in common is that they have the memory span of "goldfish" - 2 minutes tops. They all forget who and how they became Celebrity figures. IT's all because of us - the plebs at the bottom of the run. We treat them like gods. WHY??
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SELCLENE make more time for your family & friends. Get some help around the house. Check it out and take a well deserved break. You will be able to enjoy the time you have with your family instead of moaning all the time about the size of your shit tip!!

ODE TO A STRANGER - I could write an thesis about the love of my life, but - STOP, someone pinch me quick. I'm so hacked off with feeling so "MAD" about a guy and not being able to show it. He's a gem, as solid as a stone from the great wall of China. A man with whom I would easily have bred. My heart sped when I saw him last. I wanted to accede to his every whim, but that would be too rash. Oh Cupid what a wicked aim. The shame of my feelings did nothing but debase our attempts at getting it on. We both had to steer well clear, like cats on a garden fence. Any feelings I had for another were soon deleted from my memory bank, like an empty canister, except for one name and one desire. I wish for a night of passion, so we could experience each other and not be addled any longer. I long for the day we could cuddle in our own garden by the dim of the night. What a notion, a pleasure caper - for us to picnic by the biggest dam and drink the most scrumptious of port, then jump and cheer by the roughest ocean - to be adored by each other. BUT, instead I fear I will need a map to drag me through this arid love landscape, so I could make my mark and stamp my brand on his sweet, telling, yet deep heart.

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