Lipstick Answers

Okay, I used to use NYC Pink Kiss b/c it was almost a neon-ish pink & if there was a picture of the bottle I’d put it up, but I can’t find anything, but its a really light, neon pink & I used to LOVE it, but being that it’s cheap, it always like w/in a half hour it’s like half off which is embarrassing, but I LOVE the color.
I currently use just like a lip balm or Carmex but another color I like it Milani Glossy Tubes & it’s like the lightest one, looks like:http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_hpc?ur… but a VERY light pink, like a tiny bit pinker than clear, but it’s pretty sticky.
Also, I loveee Fracheur Rose by Avon & put a clear (usually lip smackers, lol) on top but the lipstick was like discontinued.
I’ve seen Avon Pink Lemonade. Is that a good one?
If not, what are your lipgloss recommendations for these colors or something similar that stays on good but not like a stain thing?
Thanks for the help(:

The room is dim as the scene flickers to life. The sparse furnishings, a couch, a coffee table, are doubled by their shadows on the nicotine-stained white walls. He moves about anxiously. A drab sage green sofa comes into focus. Cue the lights. The multi-colored flashbulbs sparkle against his raven hair like the yellow kitchen light sparkles against a brand new knife blade just as your abusive husband comes stomping up behind you. The narrow door in the corner slides open, letting in enough sunlight to momentarily ruin the effect. Her red vinyl peep-toe heels ring against the tile as she saunters in, cinematic, black bare-shouldered dress swishing, forcing a smile shaded with lipstick that matches her shoes perfectly.
“Well, hello there,” he greets her. “And who are we today, Miss Bettie Paige?”
“Ha, no,” she dismisses, picking up the low & skinny ruffled hemline of her dress. “Can we get on with this?”
“And why the hurry? It’s only the end of the world, dear.”
“Ha,” she scoffs again.
“Please, do sit down.”
She lights gingerly upon the sofa, crossing her ankles & folding her legs. The thigh-high slit in her dress parts just enough to reveal an alluring degree of porcelain skin. She places the papers on the time-worn table with a mild crash.
“Here it is,” she states, looking up from the papers & shifting her eyes to give him a quick once-over. “Couldn’t you have found something better to wear?”
He peruses his garments, faded jeans, plain black t-shirt, nice new denim jacket. A spark shines in his midnight eyes.
“Playing off your attraction, huh? It’s ok, I won’t tell”
“Ha.” She’s getting good mileage out of that syllable.
“Can I get you anything before we start?”
“No.”
Clickety-hiss, the film begins to roll, their presence etching into the celluloid in seventies home movie sepia tone. He steps through the kitchen door. She crosses her arms with a sigh & looks bored. Her sapphire eyes stare unwavering into the lens as she presses her lips together with impatience. But it does nicely refresh her lipstick. He sits on the other end of the couch & they face each other like morning talk show anchors. Then a lot of silence. They’ll have to try harder than this if they want an academy award. He starts to speak after several empty frames have sped by.
“You know you’re not much less than perfection.” That spark is in his eyes again.
“You know you’re not much less than caustic,” she replies. “Is there any reason for this? Or are you wasting time AND film?”
As if stricken by a sudden inspiration, he rises quickly from the sofa, crosses the room, takes an old rotary telephone out of the closet. He dials carefully, casting his eyes to the tops of their sockets as he struggles to remember a number. He looks as if his life hinges on that number.
“Hello,” he says. “Yes, hello. I am calling to inquire if your services are available today. They are? You can deliver on short notice, right?”
A pondering look crosses her face as she listens intently to the conversation.
“Ok, good,” he continues. “Yes, I’ll have the big value bucket please, extra crispy. And can I get some biscuits?”
She sighs with agitation & leans heavily into the creased cushions.
“May I leave now?” she inquires.
“No, wait a little bit.”
Click. Empty scene. Empty scene. Empty scene. Click again. The room flickers back into focus. He sits alone, on the floor, with the papers she brought strewn about.
He flips through the pages, petting them as if they were a basket of puppies. He pulls a glossy photograph from the middle of the stack. He takes a pair of scissors, cuts out one third of the photo & places it in his jacket pocket, tossing the rest to the floor. The clickety-hiss keeps going. He stares into the lens.
“Damn, the tape is rolling.”

“so i saw this movie on tv the other night.” i was telling my best friend Topanga, who was untangling her short, layered redish brown hair out of the chain of her new hello kitty necklace. “i only watched the first 10 min. of it though. it was incredibly stupid.” Topanga didnt look up but she answered back “i saw a movie too. made me hate my life more than i already do.” i stared, watching her so concentrated on that dang necklace. so i began to talk again “yeah, the movie made me feel the same wa…” “i hate movie’s that have that perfect family, & how they get along! its so unrealistic, makes you feel like crap! pointing out the flaws in your family, like you didnt know how screwed up your own life is already!! gah! stupid hair, get out!!” she interupted. i watched in silence thinking over her words carefully. for once she’s right. that doesnt happen very often, so i’ll ignoledge her later for it.
you see, the movie we’re talking about beggins like this.
the movie starts with the chirping of birds, happy music, & the sound of happy laughter from afar. then it zero’s in on one house, one family, to one person, each second, in different rooms. the house is nicer than the rest, the family is proper & cheerful, & each room is spotless.
the mother. dressed in a pink patterned blue flowered dress that goes down to the ground, covering her mathcing heels, with the off white frilly apron around her waist. hair has a perm, with each blonde curl in place,just above the shoulder, with hair spray. hardly any eye makeup but with hot pink lipstick, & the only jewelry she’s wearing is her white pearl earings, matching pearl necklace & that 18 carrot diamond ring on her left hand. happily cooking away, making no mess what so ever.
2 children. every happy family has a boy & a girl, & to top it all off, a well trained puppy. the son & daughter are wearing matching blue & pink short sleeved shirts & navy blue shorts. playing nicely together outside in the front yard with their golden retriever puppy.
the happy go lucky father. black hair trimed nicely to match his shoes. he gets up, puts his tan suit on, then puts that silky red tie on, that he just got for fathers day, grabs his dark brown suit case & dances down the stairs while whistling his own theme song. dances into the kitchen, almost bumping into his wife with a hot pan in her hands, they kiss, laugh it off, grabs some coffee then he’s back dancing & whistling to the front door. he dances out side, gets hit with the ball his kids threw, looks at the stain on his new silky red tie, smiles, gets in his car & drives to work. as he gets to work, he’s still dancing & whistling, everyone waves ‘hi’ to him, the stain on his silky red tie is mysterously gone, does what he does, then drives home. he comes home with energy, & yep, still dancing & whistling, eats a four course meal with his perfect wife, perfect children, & perfect dog. nothing in his world is going to crash. but if it does, he still will think of the brighter side, & will still be dancing & whistling to his own theme song.
its people like him & movies like this, that put others to shame. this si the real world! if there was any body like that guy, garuntee, he would be shot. people escape reality with music, movies as crappy as that one, books, video games, etc…. but when you actually sit down & talk about your reality with others & listen to where their coming from, everyone thinks the same “i hav it worse” or “noone understands my situation until it happens to them” or even sometimes “glad i’m not that guy” but what we dont get is how to use our stories & others as a learning tool for our own advantages. my life is not like that movie, i’ll try to explain.
my days dont start out with chirping birds, happy music, nor happy laughter from afar. my house isnt the nices from the rest, my family is not proper & far from cheerful, & each room has its own personality that matches the brown, non-vacummed, stained carpet.
my mother. dresses in what she pleases, from sweat pannts & a holey shirt, to a long solid colored dress. hair is not styled, with the exception of her bangs that she’s had since, she could remember. each short grey hair matching her personality, as of now, only grows to the shoulder length with the rest of her dark colored dyed hair. always wearing that diamond necklace from her first husband, never wears a wedding ring, since she is divorced twice. but to tell you the truth, her third time, will NOT be a charmer. stopped cooking & goes to work then comes home argueing till she goes to bed early.
5 children. she should have thought this through. 4 boys & one girl. the 2 oldest live on their own, happily married, with the oldest having a baby. the other 3, live in the house. we wear what we please, from long jean pants, to our basketball shorts. we do not play nicely & niether does our wild hardly trained puppy.
my father. wasnt there, didnt care. my past & history not my present or future

This is my beginning of my story. It’s not my real name it is all fictional but any tips or comments would be appreciated Thanks all!
Adrenaline races through my body as the blade neatly slices through my light coffee colored skin, blood rushing to the scene of my committed crime. This hasn’t been the first time I’ve committed this offense, I can’t remember the first time I did it. The only thing I remember is how relaxed it made me feel as I watched my very own blood trickle down my arm, creating a sensation that nobody but us, self injurers would ever understand. After two more cuts, I stop for a moment admiring my artwork or my “real” tattoos as I call them. A few silent moments have now passed & the blood has subsided. I feel so much better now, like a strong release of emotions have been set free my body.
Metaphorically, my body is a prison. Emotions & I are the prisoners trapped within my body, I being punished for a crime that I did not commit. Nor do I even know what it is. My emotions have just been released from this body, the only way that I knew how.
After I wash the blade & put it away I silently pull my black colored long-sleeved arms down. Letting them hide my shameful secret, a secret that only I, Amber Loraine Dawson am supposed to know. After doing so, I unlock my bathroom door & slip back into the real world.
As I walk into the kitchen I notice that the whole family has sat down to breakfast. Melanie, my little sister is carefully spreading peanut butter on her toast, making sure to get every inch covered without getting her fingers messy. Dad is sitting quietly reading the newspaper & drinking his coffee. He is wearing his suit & tie that was just washed & ironed yesterday. Today he’s going to court to defend his clients. This is his job as a lawyer, trying to stand up for people thought to have committed crimes, so that day by day there will be one or two fewer criminals to be served a lengthy sentence. And mom is painting an easel. Blue skies, Green grass… yadda, yadda, yadda, a perfect world. Looking at my family for a moment it seems like the three of them would make a perfect family. The second I walk in, the perfect family is gone & chaos takes over.
“Amber go change into something different.” Mom says to me “I will not let you go to school dressed like that” I stop pouring my juice & look up at my mom. My brown eyes looking her straight in the eyes “Like what?” I dare, testing to see how far she will let me go before giving me a well deserved smack across the face. I know very well what she means. The black eye liner, the dark plum colored lipstick, the dark clothes & the black nail polish that I so neatly applied to my fingernails. “Amber you are dressed like a goth. Your mother & I will not accept that. We don’t like that look on anyone, especially our sixteen year old child.” My dad tries reason. Well mom & dad welcome to the real world it isn’t all sunshine & roses anymore I want to scream. I refuse to let my parents win this one. Without even bothering to put the cap back on the juice or put it away, I grab my schoolbooks off of the table, put on my Chuck Taylor Converse shoes & walk out the door making sure it slams loudly behind me. This is my reply to my parent’s response. You don’t have to accept it, I think to myself, nobody does.

Adrenaline races through my body as the blade neatly slices through my light coffee colored skin, blood rushing to the scene of my committed crime. This hasn’t been the first time I’ve committed this offense, I can’t remember the first time I did it. The only thing I remember is how relaxed it made me feel as I watched my very own blood trickle down my arm, creating a sensation that nobody but us, self injurers would ever understand. After two more cuts, I stop for a moment admiring my artwork or my “real” tattoos as I call them. A few silent moments have now passed & the blood has subsided. I feel so much better now, like a strong release of emotions have been set free my body.
Metaphorically, my body is a prison. Emotions & I are the prisoners trapped within my body, I being punished for a crime that I did not commit. Nor do I even know what it is. My emotions have just been released from this body, the only way that I knew how.
After I wash the blade & put it away I silently pull my black colored long-sleeved arms down. Letting them hide my shameful secret, a secret that only I, Amber Loraine Dawson am supposed to know. After doing so, I unlock my bathroom door & slip back into the real world.
As I walk into the kitchen I notice that the whole family has sat down to breakfast. Melanie, my little sister is carefully spreading peanut butter on her toast, making sure to get every inch covered without getting her fingers messy. Dad is sitting quietly reading the newspaper & drinking his coffee. He is wearing his suit & tie that was just washed & ironed yesterday. Today he’s going to court to defend his clients. This is his job as a lawyer, trying to stand up for people thought to have committed crimes, so that day by day there will be one or two fewer criminals to be served a lengthy sentence. And mom is painting an easel. Blue skies, Green grass… yadda, yadda, yadda, a perfect world. Looking at my family for a moment it seems like the three of them would make a perfect family. The second I walk in, the perfect family is gone & chaos takes over.
“Amber go change into something different.” Mom says to me “I will not let you go to school dressed like that” I stop pouring my juice & look up at my mom. My brown eyes looking her straight in the eyes “Like what?” I dare, testing to see how far she will let me go before giving me a well deserved smack across the face. I know very well what she means. The black eye liner, the dark plum colored lipstick, the dark clothes & the black nail polish that I so neatly applied to my fingernails. “Amber don’t get smart, you are dressed like a goth. Your mother & I will not accept that. We don’t like that look on anyone, especially our sixteen year old child.” dad tries reason. Well mom & dad welcome to the real world it isn’t all sunshine & roses anymore I want to scream. I refuse to let my parents win this one. Without even bothering to put the cap back on the juice or put it away, I grab my schoolbooks off of the table, put on my Chuck Taylor Converse shoes & walk out the door making sure it slams loudly behind me. This is my reply to my parent’s response. You don’t have to accept it, I think to myself, nobody does.

Summer Days. . .
A story of friendship & endless summer
By: MICD productions
West Side Airport
Manhattan, New York
Terminal 63 Floor 5
June 19
8:19 a.m.
Adriana Davis sat patiently on her Louis Vouttion luggage with a copy of Allure on her lap. Flipping through the gossiping section about Brittany Spears, she sipped her mocha latte from the Star bucks in the food court. It was almost the end of June & she & her best friends, Amber, Tina, & Cali, were headed off to beautiful Black Point, Hawaii for spring break. Adriana could just picture it now. Stepping out of midnight black limo onto a red velvet rug outside of a five star hotel. Young hotel bellhops offering her non-alcoholic beverages. As orange orchids waved in the breeze in tan stucco boxes with ivy plants cascading out them. Walking through the golden spinning door into a beautiful lobby. Lots of other -soon to be-graduates & adults would be there waiting to be check in. Admiring the beautiful stained glass windows & new age paintings on the walls. A bronze chandelier with teardrop shaped bulbs flickers over head. It was perfect.
Adriana was a beautiful girl with wavy summer brown hair with light blonde streaks & been lucky enough to have been born with pool water color eyes. Its actually looks as if you could actually dive into them. Amber is a skinny tanned girl with very dark -almost black- hair & cat shaped, bright green eyes. She loves it when people say she looks like an innocent kitten. Tina is an Asian beauty. She has light skin but glossy black hair & light almond colored eyes. Cali is the most boy crazy one of the girls. Her shoulder length blonde hair & dark brown eyes always are getting compliments.
Adriana checked her icy blue T-Mobile Sidekick for e-mails or IM’s. None. She wondered where her friends were. When she heard some girls yelling “Adriana,” she turned around to see her friends running towards her with over stuffed suitcases. Tina was in the new Emilie Coach Sandals trailing behind the other girls with a Cinnabon bag in her hand. Adriana could smell the warm, freshly baked cinnamon buns from far away. Yum. When everyone was caught up, they all gave each other a group hug.
“Our plane leaves in 10 minutes. What do you wanna do?” Tina asked. Cali bent over & struggled with the zipper on her Prada Messenger Bag & took out a misty green iPod nano & her white iHome. “We could listen to my new iPod if you want. I got two days ago.” “Cool! Lemme see!” Amber took the iPod out of Cali’s manicured hands & flicked it on. The screen went snow white & amber vigorously searched for her favorite song; Makes me Wonder by Maroon 5. Her father used to manage all kinds of unsigned artists & once, before Maroon 5 was a real famous band, she met them.
The thumping beat of the song started playing once docked in the iHome & all four girls sat down & discussed plans for while in Hawaii.
“Well, I heard from some people at school that there’s going to be an Earth Fest,” Tina said excitedly.
“A What?” the other girls asked.
“An Earth Fest. You know, like a free concert.” She explained.
Tina was overly obsessed with any type of music. Especially pop & rock. Her blinding smile was shown & her dancing almond colored eyes flickered with happiness.
“That’s cool! We should go!” Cali said in a very overjoyed voice.
“ Yeah! It would be fun,” Adriana said.
“Who’s going to be there?” Amber asked.
“+44, John Mayer, The Academy Is…, Matt Kearney, Avril Lavigne, & Daughtry.” Tina answered.
“OHMIGOD!! +44 & The Academy is..?! I LOVE them!” Adriana practically yelled.
“I like all of them! Except, I’ve never heard of Matt Kearney.” Amber said.
The next song came on. It was Golden by Fall Out Boy.
“Matt Kearney is kind’ of pop rockish & really cool. We can listen to him on the plane.”
The girls began to sing along to Golden.
And I saw god crying the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all the mothers raise their babies
Just stay away from me….
“Flight 168 to Black Point, Hawaii now boarding,” a mans voice said over the intercom. It echoed down the long spiral hall as people began to get up & throw coffee cups & magazines away to board the plane.
All the girls got up & gathered there things & Cali shut off her iPod. She popped it in her bag & trailed behind the other girls. The Dark colored woman outside of the plane held her hand out for the flight tickets & when she punched them through the silver ticket machine, the group made there way down the long hallway into the plane.
West Point Airlines
Flight 168
Seats: 13a, 13,b & 13c
11:05 am
Amber, Tina & Cali sat in there tall leather seats as their waitress, Gisele, brought them there Mexican Iced Teas. Adriana, had a seat that was far away from the other girls. Even though she loved her friends, she liked a little quiet. Besides, she had the whole row to herself. She began to watch Step Up on the TV screen near her when she got an IM form xohugsandkisses1354(A.K.A. Cali) She signed on her screen name (MiSSADRiANAx44) & began typing on her T Mobile Sidekick
xohugsandkisses1354: want me to move bak near u?
MiSSADRiANAX44: No. that’s ok. I have to write to Sean anyways. Something that I don’t want other people to know. Srry
xohugsandkisses1354: oh. M’kay. Ttys xoxo
xohugsandkisses1354 has signed off at 11:12 am
Adriana sat deeply in her seat as she began to type her message to Sean; her one true boyfriend. He had brown curly hair & a perfect face. And beautiful blazing blue; true eyes. She could always see the hurt in his eyes when he was sad. He was the all- star lacrosse player & the East Side Eagles were going to the championships! They have been together since the beginning of the year & now that it was May, they were officially lovebirds.
She really wanted him to come on the trip with her but, he had to stay for his mothers birthday trip to Mexico. At-least he would come back tanned. Just then, she received a text message from Amber (A.K.A. LilBballgirl19706)
LilBballgirl19706: Hi
MiSSADRiANAX44: Hey
LilBballgirl19706: I cant b live ur sitting by your self. R u SURRE u don’t want me 2 come back there? Or anyone of us?
MiSSADRiANAX44: yes….I’m fine
LilBballgirl19706: r u surre?
MiSSADRiANAX44: YEA!! IM SURE! Sry 4 yelling but, u guys keep asking me & I’m just fine
LilBballgirl19706: kk. srry
MiSSADRiANAX44: I forgive you J
LilBballgirl19706: hehe. R u missing sean?
MiSSADRiANAX44: Hell yEA
LilBballgirl19706: haha! Wonder how Cancun is going 4 him
MiSSADRiANAX44: me too. I’m gonna call him & ask/
LilBballgirl19706: k. ttyl xoxoxox
MiSSADRiANAX44: J
MiSSADRiANAX44 has signed off at 11:16
Adriana snapped her sidekick shut & stuffed it in her Burberry purse & began to dug through the disaster of a purse she had to find her cell phone. She flipped down the small, light gray table hanging off the back of the seat in front of her & place the purse there. She had just gotten it three days before & already, the $495 purse had been reduce to a teenager wasteland. She dug through her iPod, two mini crossword puzzles, 4 lip gloss tubes, two eyeliner crayons, three tubes of mascara, 3 tubes of lipstick, her sidekick, two packages of Orbit Gum (Tropical Citrus & Bubblemint), three old photos of her dog Selena, her silver Sony Cyber shot DSCW55 7.2MP Digital Camera, chewed up pencils, her Dooney & Bourke bubble wristlet credit card wallet (with 5 Platinum credit cards & $687.58 in cash) makeup remover, tissues & her car keys (which she didn’t need this week). She finally pulled out her phone from that bottomless pit of a bag & flicked it open. The bright blue light blinded her for a moment then she pressed ‘4’ (Sean was speed dial4 because of 4 letters in his name). And the phone began to ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
“Hey. You’ve Reached Sean-o. Leave me a message. I’ll get back to you later.” It was the answering machine. So, Adriana left a message.
“Hey Sean. Its Adriana & I just wanted to see how Mexico is. So, text me later or call back. Alright, I love you. Bye.” & she snapped the phone shut.
She woke up to the sound of her T Mobile Sidekick ringing. She had fallen asleep. When she saw the time of the 3” by 2” screen, she’d realized she’d only fallen asleep for five minutes. Man, the pillows were comfy. It wasn’t a phone call. It was a text Message. From Sean. Adriana got excited & signed on quickly. She realized he had sent it to her two minutes ago. He’d signed off already. But, she read the message anyways. Sean(A.K.A. Lacrosseboi13998)
Lacrosseboi13998: Hey Girl. Listen I just don’t think we should see each other anymore. Christina Lillian…she….she stole my heart. I’m sorry. I know you’d never wanna b friends now but, I hope we can be. I cant, just CANT, go out with you anymore. Ok. G2g. Mom wants go go get seaglass on the beahc. Bye.
Lacrosseboi13998 has signed off at 11:21 am
A little mascar tear fell off her eye & right onto the keyboard of the Sidekick. She closed it & it away in her Burberry bag & more tears started to come. But, she held them down. Crying on planes wasn’t right. At that moment, Adriana didn’t even want the plane to land in Hawaii- she wanted to go home & forget about the whole stupid vacation.Black Point Airport
Black Point, Hawaii
5:44 pm
As the plane touched the cement on the Hawaiian airport, Adriana wans’t very excited. The fact ther her boy friend had just dumped her….put out her flame for her entire trip. Ashley Lillian? She thought as she grabbed her Prada duffel & her Burberry purse. Wow. What a total looser. Once she had all of her things she began, slowly, to make her way out of the plane. The image of Ashley Lillian, popped into her head. The Red curly hair the powerful blue eyes, her skinny freckled legs & arms & neon pink braces gave her a frightful image. She immediately stopped thinking about it.
When she stepped into the marble floors of the Black Point Airport, she was in heaven. Even though her boyfriend had just dumped her, she had forgotten about it for a minute. She looked around.

Easy to Locate: She’s either off on the horse or out in the barn.
Upholds the double standard: Smooches with the most bewhiskered beast, but recoils when a man needs a shave.
Owns one vacuum cleaner – & operates it exclusively in the barn.
A social butterfly: Provided another horsey woman gives the party. Falls asleep in her soup at all other functions.
Economy minded: Won’t waste money on permanents, facials, or manicures.
A culinary perfectionist: Checks every section of hay for mold but doesn’t blink when she petrifies dinner in the microwave.
Occasionally amorous: But never leaves lipstick on your collar, at worst, slight trace of chapstick.
Easy to outfit: No need for embarrassing visits to uncomfortable little boutiques. She can find all she wears at the local tack store.
Features a selective sense of smell: Bitterly complains about the sticky-sweet cigar smoke of others while remaining totally oblivious to the almost visible aroma of her barn boots drying next to the heater.
Unmistakable in a bathing suit: She’s the one whose tan starts at the nose, ends at the neck, & picks up again at the wrists
A dedicated club woman: as long as the words “horse” or “riding” appear in its name.
Has your leisure at heart: Eliminates grass cutting by turning every square inch of lawn into pasture which, in turn, converts itself into mud.
A master at multiplication: She starts with one horse, adds a companion, & if it’s a mare, she breeds it.
Keeps an eagle eye on the budget: Easily justifies spending six hundred dollars on tack, but croaks when you blow ten on bowling.
An engaging conversationalist: Can rattle on endlessly about training or breeding.
Socially aware: Knows that formal occasions call for clean boots.
A moving force in the family: House by house, she’ll get you to move closer to horse country (and farther away from your job.)
Easy to please: A new wheelbarrow, custom boots, or even a folding hoof pick will win her heart forever.
Sentimental fool: Displays a minimum of six 8×10 color photos of the horse in the house & carries a crumpled snapshot of you (taken before you were married) somewhere in the bottom of her purse.
Shows her affection in unusual ways: If she pats you on the neck & says, “You’re a good boy,” believe it or not, she loves you.

Next year I am going to England or Ireland to be an aupair, & have already started my organisations (Yes, I know… little early, but I love being organised). I will be gone for 9 months to a year, leaving between March & June 2010.
I live in Australia, if that changes anything.
Anyway heres my list, can you tell me if anything needs to be added/removed, & can someone estimate how much it will all weigh please as excess baggage is EXPENSIVE….
- Jeans; light & dark
- Leggings; 2 pairs
- Cardigans; three
- Jumpers; two
- Skirts; three
- Dresses (casual); three
- Dresses (formal); two
- Trackies; two
- Under singlets; four (2 black, 2 white)
- Singlets; four
- T-shirts; three
- Long sleeve tops; three
- Socks; fifteen
-Underwear; fifteen
- Stockings; five
- Coat; one
- Shoes; volleys, runners, heels, boots, flats, thongs
- Make-up; cream foundation, powder foundation, blush, bronzer, eye-liner, mascara, eye-shadow, lip gloss, lipstick
- Skin care; cleanser, toner, moisturiser, body wash, razor, make up remover wipes
- Hair care; shampoo, conditioner, treatment, hairspray, mousse, brush, comb, hair ties & hair accessories
- Electricals; hair straightener, curling wand, barrel curler, iPod & charger, phone & charger, laptop & charger, hair dryer, digital camera & cords
- Recipe book (meals I like, & that are practical & easy to make for family)
- Books; three or four
- First aid kit; bandaids, ???
- Photo album

So, I’ve picked a randon page out of my story, & put it up here. Please don’t criticize my grammer & spelling, I know that there are mistakes. Tell me what you DO like, as well as the parts you really don’t. THANKS!!
“I’m not sure how to describe her. You know the nursery rhyme about Little Bo Peep?”
“Um, Yeah.”
The doors reopened. “That’s my mom, minus the spider.”
Leo raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
We got to my apartment quickly; it wasn’t far from the agency. Nyx had been right about the rain. Every drop of water that touched my skin sent a tingle down my spine & sureness to my step. Leo wanted to take the elevator but I convinced him that the fire escape was a better idea; I couldn’t handle seeing Joseph as sweet as he was.
“We could’ve flown.” He grumbled, when I accidentally kicked him in the face. Eventually we reached the top platform & I hoisted myself through the bathroom window. Leo followed, but made way too much noise.
I heard my Isadora’s voice hesitantly call out, “Julie?”
I took a deep breath & opened my bathroom door, then my bedroom door. I’d expected to see her, wearing her usual red lipstick & Chanel suit but what I found almost made me scream. She was makeup free & wearing a nightgown. She had a black eye & her hands were tied behind her back. There were two men standing above her, one of them was pointing a Glok at her.
“I’m here.” I said, working hard to keep my voice even.
Tears streaked her face.
The man turned to me, the gun with him. His face was brutal & scarred. He was muscular & boxy, not much taller than Leo.
“The infamous Julie Blacktree.”
“Wrong, Clio Proud.”
I pulled my knife out. I wasn’t afraid of his gun.
I heard Leo’s knife come out of his scabbard, which made me feel better.
The man just laughed. “I don’t take kindly to one of my men being killed. My mind flashed to Felix O’Tay.
“He deserved what he got.”
The man laughed, a sickening sound. “Did he insult the little brat? Did the big scary man hurt your feelings?”
I took three steps forward, inches from him.
“I’m not afraid of you. I wasn’t afraid of that imbecile either.”
He slapped me hard across the face. Isadora gasped. I’d never give him the satisfaction of showing my pain. I just laughed. “Do it again. I dare you, see if I care.”
He tried to but I ducked low, stabbing his foot.
“Leo, now!” I yelled.
The man I’d stabbed started swearing quite loudly while Leo stabbed the other guy in the chest. He fell instantly like a toy solider. The man shot me. It hit me right where my heart was & it felt like someone flicking me. The man stared at me in shock. I grinned & pounced, my sword tip was inches away from his heart when I heard his gun fire again. I knew I had to kill him first. I pushed it deep into his heart & twisted. He fell, grasping for it. I turned quickly. Leo was still standing. Isadora! I ran to her & heard her whisper, “Julie!”
I held her hand tight. Scarlet blood was spreading from a wound in her left shoulder.
“I’m here, I’m here.” I said softly. I could see a light fading from behind her eyes.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out, just a trickle of blood. I could see her lips mouth the words “I’m sorry.” Then her eyes fixed on mine & her fingers went limp in my hand.
“No!” I yelled. The tears were coming fast. Pouring down my cheeks. I hugged her tight but as I did she began to fade, turning to air. Where she had been there was a pearl necklace that she always slept in. I felt Leo crouch by my side & I tried to wipe away the tears but they kept on coming.
“It’s ok to cry.” He said quietly.
I tried to find my voice while forcing the tears back.
“No. I’m not weak.”
“No you’re not.”
“Only the weak cry.” I whispered, snatching the pearls up & latching them around my neck. They felt warm against my collarbone. The heat of her life was still in them, even though it had disappeared in her. I ran through my bed & bathroom, hopping back onto the ledge. There was a railing around the platform & I climbed onto it. I stood perfectly still, the rain beating down against my face. Leo climbed out & joined me. We stood there, balancing on our heels. I held my sword up, letting the rain wash away the man’s blood. I heard Leo say my name but it was far away. It was all way too far away to think about. I let a strangled sob escape from my lips & I jumped.

1)MR. SMITH got himself a new secretary.
She was young, sweet & pretty.
One day, while taking dictation, she noticed his fly was open.
When leaving the room she said, “Oh, Mr. Smith, did you know your barracks door is open?”
He did not understand her remark, but later he happened to look down & saw his zipper was open.
He decided to have some fun with his new secretary. Calling her in he asked, “By the way Miss Jones, when you saw my barracks door open did you also see a soldier standing at attention?”
The secretary who was quite witty said, “Why no Mr. Smith.
All I saw was a little disabled veteran sitting on two duffle bags.”
2)The principal had a problem with some girls who were starting to use lipstick. When applying it in the bathroom they would blot their lips on the mirrors, leaving lip prints.
Before it got out of hand, he thought of a way to stop it. One day he gathered together all the girls who wore lipstick. He then took them into the bathroom & lectured about

According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem.
A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick & would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night the maintenance man would remove them & the next day the girls would put them back.
Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom & met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required.
He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, & cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints

More Cute Kid Sayings…
1. She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter, as she’d done many times before. After she applied her lipstick & started to leave, the little one said, “But Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!” I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye…
2. My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, & I told him, 62. My grand son was quiet for a moment, & then he asked, “Did you start at 1?”
3. After putting her grandchi ldren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks & a droopy blouse & proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more & more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head & stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, “Who was THAT?”
4. A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: “We used to skate outside on a pond I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.” The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”
5. My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, “Grandma, do you know how you & God are alike?” I mentally polished my halo & I said, “No, how are we alike?” “You’re both old,” he replied.
6. A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story. “What’s it about?” he asked. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I can’t read.”
7. I didn’t know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something & ask what color it was. She would tell=2 0me & was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, she headed for the door, saying, “Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these, yourself!”
8. When my grandson Billy & I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, “It’s no use Grandpa. Now the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights.”
9. When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, “I’m not sure.” “Look in your underwear, Grandpa,” he advised, “mine says I’m 4 to 6.”
10. A second grader came home from school & said to her grandmother, “Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today.” The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. “That’s interesting,” she said, “how do you make babies?” “It’s simple,” replied the girl. “You just change ‘y’ to ‘i’ & add ‘es’.”
11. Children’s Logic: “Give me a sentence about a public servant,” said a teacher. The small boy wrote: “The fireman came down the ladder pregnant.” The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. “Don’t you know what pregnant means?” she asked. “Sure,” said the young boy confidently. ‘It means carrying a child.”
12. A grandfather was delivering his grandchildren to their home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog’s duties. “They use him to keep crowds back,” said one child. “No,” said another. “He’s just for good luck.” A third child brought the argument to a close. “They use the dogs,” she said firmly, “to find the fire hydrants.”
13. A 6-year-old was asked where his grandma lived. “Oh,” he said, “she lives at the airport, & when we want her, we just go get her….. Then, when we’re done having her visit, we take her back to the airport..”
14. Grandpa is the smartest man on earth! He teaches me good things, but I don’t get to see him enough to get as smart as him!
15.. My Grandparents are funny, when they bend over; you hear gas leaks, & they blame their dog.

wow…we get steryotyped big time
but i gotta admit this joke was funny
what do you think?
A blonde had just totaled her car in a horrific accident. Miraculously, she managed to pry herself from the wreckage without a scratch & was applying fresh lipstick when the state trooper arrived.
“My God!” the trooper gasped. “Your car looks like an accordion that was stomped on by an elephant. Are you OK ma’am?”
“Yes, officer, I’m just fine” the blonde chirped.
“Well, how in the world did this happen?” the officer asked as he surveyed the wrecked car.
“Officer, it was the strangest thing!” the blonde began. I was driving along this road when from out of nowhere this TREE pops up in front of me. So I swerved to the right, & there was another tree! I swerved to the left & there was ANOTHER tree! I served to the right & there was another tree! I swerved to the left & there was ….”
“Uh, ma’am”, the officer said, cutting her off, “There isn’t a tree on this road for 30 miles. That was your air freshener swinging back & forth.”

1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:
(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
(b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her Blouse.
(c) After wrecking your boss’s car.
(d) When she is using her teeth.
3: Any man who brings a camera to a stag night may be legally killed & eaten by his friends.
4: If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.
5: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a mate’s fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.
6: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your mate’s birthday is strictly optional. But you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy’s choice.
7: In the mini-bus, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
8: When stumbling upon other blokes watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask whose playing.
9: You may fart in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment (commonly known as a Dutch oven), she’s officially your girlfriend.
10: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach … & it’s delivered by a topless model & only when it’s free.
11: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.
12: Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.
13: Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
14: If a man’s fly is down, that’s his problem, you didn’t see anything.
15: Women who claim they ‘love to watch sports’ must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game & the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.
16: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
17: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that’s just greedy.
18: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.
19: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.
20: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.
21: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.
22: The morning after you & a girl who was formerly ‘just a friend’ have carnal, drunken monkey sex. The fact that you’re feeling weird & guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion occurs about what a big mistake it was.
23: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.
24: Thou shall not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime, green, orange or sky blue.
25: The girl who replies to the question ‘What do you want for Christmas?’ with ‘If you loved me, you’d know what I want!’ gets & X-Box 360 End of story.
26: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men’s Gymnastics. Ever.
27: We’ve all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below:
‘ GUTS ‘ is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, & having the guts to say, ‘are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?’
‘ BALLS ‘ is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume & beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife square on the *** & having the balls to say, ‘You’re next fatty!’
I hope this clears up any confusion,
The International Council of Man Laws

1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:
(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
(b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her Blouse.
© After wrecking your boss’s car.
(d) When she is using her teeth.
3: Any man who brings a camera to a stag night may be legally killed & eaten by his friends.
4: If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.
5:Moaning about the brand of free beer in a mate’s fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.
6: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your mate’s birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy’s choice.
7: In the mini-bus, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
8: When stumbling upon other blokes watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.
9: You may f@rt in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment (commonly known as a Dutch oven), she’s officially your girlfriend.
10: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach … & it’s delivered by a topless model & only when it’s free.
11: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.
12: Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.
13:Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
14: If a man’s fly is down, that’s his problem, you didn’t see anything.
15: Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game & the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.
16: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
17: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that’s just greedy.
18: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.
19: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.
20: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other
situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.
21: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.
22: The morning after you & a girl who was formerly “just a friend” have carnal, drunken monkey sex. The fact that you’re feeling weird & guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion occurs about what a big mistake it was.
23: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.
24: Thou shall not buy a car in the colours of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.
25: The girl who replies to the question “What do you want for Christmas?” with “If you loved me, you’d know what I want!” gets an Xbox 360 End of story.
26: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men’s Gymnastics. Ever.
27: We’ve all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below:
“GUTS” is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, & having the guts to say, “are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?”
“BALLS” is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume & beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife square on the *** & having the balls to say, “You’re next fatty!”

The full dark grey clouds spread low all over the properties of Saint Caucus; They hung over like they had been building since late last night. I slowly tightened my jaw & blinked my eyes, & raised my large head up above my sagging body & long legs. I squinted my eyes against the still, cool brightness of the early morning, & drew a deep breath in. My long, gaze started at the chain link lot around me, it stands as a reminder that this is my home, most dogs would never allow this, but my lot & house is a peaceful, wonderful place, I have a view of everything that stirs around me, & a reason to stay out of trouble. my owners know I can push open the gate with my long nose, so a red, was out, heavily chewed dog leash hooks there, latching the door. I stared past the holes in the fence to the yard, I watched a scuffed, black mouse scoot quickly across my favorite lone converse sneaker of Amber Lynn’s., which has also been saturated in rain, & pushes down into the grainy, wet, dirt. My eyes followed across the scattered, bumpy, dirt road seeing Ruby, the four year old horse that Amber Lynn got when she was only eleven, on the other side. Her small corral was at the base of a hill that forms right in front of Lake Allison, it is scatted with hay belles & one small jump, that she won in a county fair. She looked handsome against the dark nature scenery. Her white- based ,icy blue eye looks misplaced against her slim black features & body. Of course, I’m not one to judge, my whole person looks out of place. I am a pit bull/ beagle mix, which a lot of times turns people away. I stand at a medium-short height, & have a medium build, I have loose skin, which Dangles at my neck, leaving my neck thicker than my head. I also have a long face, solidly colored caramel eyes, & I have the legs of a heavy set deer. Brown & black dominate my face, with a white stripe from my nose to my forehead, my back is heavily spotted in black, & clouded with large black splotches on top of a white base.
I arose to my feet on top of my quilt that is laid out on the ground, right before southern gospel music poured from the wall of the house that I am right in front of, signaling Amber Lynn’s clock radio alarm, which meant it was six o’ clock a.m., soon she would be leaving for school. Amber Lynn’s window blinds rise & she peers outside, her breather fogs the cold glass. Her shoulder length hair that is usually strait, is wavy & messy, her face is drowsy, & she is wearing a light tan tank top & grey pajama bottoms. She looks to my lot & smiles. Her front teeth are large & flat, & beside them smaller ones make a nice length in the apples of her cheeks, average pointy ones finish her smile next. I wagged my tail rapidly & searched for my voice. I let out a part broken howl, that was my specialty I usually did at night or when I am following a car. I woke up Dude, the rottweiler/ lab mix that shares my owners. I heard him sneeze in the section behind the house that was his, his lot was made of wood, while mine had chain link, that alone was about the only difference between our lots. Both of our dog houses had been personalized by Amber Lynn, with a brochure from our vet, Ms. Parker, pictures of Ruby from her shows, magazine clippings, the Lord’s Prayer, a school paper, & other things that catches her eye as something we would want, She even left a big, red lipstick kiss stain on our wall. I have a grey ceramic bowl for food, I also have a large, yellow bucket for water that, before I arrived was used for woodworking, which Darrin & Joe (Amber Lynn’s father & grandfather) do as a hobby & small business. The sun slightly peaked over the horizon, Ruby neighed quietly. I looked to the top of the hill, stretching widely, I remember times when we would be at Lake Allison at this time, touching the cold mud in the basin, walking down rock, following the water that trickles down them, & challenging trouts to races.
The grey screen door flew open on the porch, & Amber Lynn stepped out, wearing a pair of jeans, a v- neck olive green t- shirt, & a small gold necklace hooked to her neck. She was carrying a can of canned dog food, which she popped open & dumped into my ceramic bowl. I charged for the slices of meet greedily, swallowing loudly. I eat quicker than most dogs because my neck is bigger, The food slid down my throat & I licked the cowl clean, ready for a new meal. Amber Lynn laughed & slid her slender hand into the holes of the chain link & scratched behind my ear. As she pulled back, I noticed her fingernails were painted
a chrome russet color, it looked exquisite against her lightly tan fair skin. Ayden, Amber Lynn’s four year old little brother marched through the door, wearing a black batman t shirt, short jeans, & white sneakers. “Hey Tayhloor.” he yelled, getting Ruby’s attention. He pet my rapidly through the lot. “Awe.“ Amber Lynn said under her breath

I wanna be Bloody Mary for Halloween & I’ve been looking for a dress & I actually found one, & I wanted your advice if you think if it’s good enough to make a Bloody Mary costume-http://partycity.com/cgi-bin/parties/cos…
It’s an Angel costume but I can just use the dress right?
Cause what I plan on doing, is putting fake blood all over the dress, & than making my face look really pale & put fake cuts on my face & blood, & put black lipstick on, but I dont want to make it look to perfect.
And I already have dark hair so that’s taken care of lol.
So what do you think?

The following is an article reprinted from the Sydney Morning Herald, entitled “50 things you would never know if it weren’t for the screen”.
If staying in a haunted house, women should investigate any strange noises wearing their most revealing underwear.
If being chased through town, you can usually take cover in a passing St. Patrick’s day parade – at any time of the year.
All beds have special L-shaped top sheets that reach up to the armpit level on the woman but only to the waist of the man lying beside her.
All grocery bags contain at least one French stick.
It’s easy for anyone to land a plane, provided there is someone in the control tower to talk you down.
Once applied, lipstick will never rub off – even while scuba diving.
The ventilation system of any building is a perfect hiding place. No-one will think of looking there, & you can travel to any other part of the building without difficulty.
You’re likely to survive any battle in any war unless you make the mistake of showing someone your sweetheart back home.
Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German officer, it will not be necessary to speak the language. A German accent will do.
The Eiffel Tower can be seen from any window in any building in Paris.
People on TV never finish their drinks.
A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating, but will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds.
The chief of police is always black.
When paying for a taxi, never look at your wallet as you take out a note – just grab one at random & hand it over. It will always be the exact fare.
If you lose a hand, it will cause the stump of your hand to grow by 6 inches.
Kitchens don’t have light switches. When entering a kitchen at night, you should open the fridge door & use that light instead.
During all police investigations, it will be necessary to visit a strip club at least once.
Mothers routinely cook eggs, bacon, & waffles for their family, even though the husband & children never have time to eat them.
Cars & trucks that crash will almost always burst into flames.
Wearing a singlet or stripping to the waist can make a man invulnerable to bullets.
A single match can light up a room the size of a football stadium.
If a killer is lurking in your house, it’s easy to find him. Just relax & run a bath – even if it’s the middle of the afternoon.
Medieval peasants had perfect teeth.
Although in the 20th century it is possible to fire weapons at an object out of visual range, people in the 23rd century will have lost this technology.
All single women have a cat.
Any person waking from a nightmare will sit bolt upright & pant.
Even when driving down a perfectly straight road, it is necessary to turn the steering wheel vigorously from left to right every few moments.
One man shooting at 20 men has a better chance of killing them all than 20 men firing at one.
Creepy music coming from a graveyard should always be closely investigated.
If a phone line is a broken, communication can be restored by frantically beating the cradle & saying, “Hello? Hello?”
Most people keep a scrapbook of newspaper cuttings – especially if any of their friends or family have died in a strange boating accident.
It does not matter if you are heavily outnumbered in a fight involving martial arts – your enemies will wait patiently to attack you one by one by dancing around in a threatening manner until you have knocked out their predecessor.
During a very emotional confrontation, instead of looking at the person you are speaking to, it is customary to stand behind them & talk to their back.
When you turn out the light to go to bed, everything in your room will still be clearly visible, just slightly bluish.
Dogs always know who’s bad & will naturally bark at them.
Police departments give their officers personality tests to make sure they are deliberately assigned a partner who is their total opposite.
When they are alone, all foreigners prefer to speak English to each other.
Action heroes never face charges for manslaughter or criminal damage despite laying entire cities to waste.
No matter how badly a spaceship is attacked, its internal gravity system is never damaged.
If there is a deranged killer on the loose, this will coincide with a thunderstorm that has brought down all the power & phone lines in the vicinity.
You can always find a chainsaw whenever you are likely to need one.
Rather than wasting bullets, megalomaniacs prefer to kill their arch-enemies using complicated machinery involving fuses, pulley systems, deadly gases, lasers & man-eating sharks that will allow their captives at least 20 minutes to escape.
Having a job of any kind will make fathers forget their son’s eighth birthday.
Many musical instruments – especially wind instruments & accordions – can be played without moving the fingers.
All bombs are fitted with electronic timing devices with large red readouts so you know exactly when they’re going to go off.
It is always possible to park directly in front of the building you are visiting.
Guns are like disposable razors – if you run out of bullets, throw it away. You can always buy a new one.
Make-up can safely be worn to bed without smudging.
A detective can only solve a case once he has been suspended from duty.
If you decide to start dancing in the street, everyone you bump in to will know all the steps.

HEY IF UR READING THIS PLEASE GO TO BEAUTY AND STYLE THAN GO TO MAKEUP THEN LOOK FOR MY QUESTION ABOUT MAJOR LIPGLOSS TIPS AND TIPS FOR U ABOUT LIPSTICK AND ANSWER MY QUESTION PLEASE!!!!!!

I am 16 years old & redoing my bedroom. I will be moving out in two years so i am not looking to do anything that involves construction work. Haha. However, I do not have a budget. I want my room to look alot more adult & yet very unique. For background information; I spend hours in my room with my reptiles, standard poodle, & Greenwing macaw. I am a lipstick lesbian, i love fires, fashion, clean-cut trendy designs, tattoos, animals, & motorcycles. I dont know if this will help at all but i figured it might help if you know what im into. I made a picture on paint of what my bedroom looks like & the furniture that will be going into it. The furniture ‘pics.’ is approximate size to the floorspace ‘pic.’. The TV must stay where it is. I am going to get a queen size bed. I have a large macaw cage. I am getting a nightstand to store make up in & im getting a smaller nightstand to have a place to put my phone..ect. I forgot to add my poster. Can you please give me creative ideas on