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Name: Lauren
Country: United States
State: Colorado
Gender: Female
Interests: Figuring out life
Expertise: "I love talking about nothing, father. It is the only thing I know anything about." - Wilde
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
6/7/2004
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| And I've never been more happy or felt more joy and peace and excitement in my whole life! I love him with my whole being and I always will. I will for the rest of my life!
We're getting married June 9th. That's in 43 days!! In forty-three days, I am going to be Mrs. John Caleb Orcutt III, and I will legally, spiritually, physically, and emotionally belong to my true love and my most favorite person in the whole world. We'll make our vows to love each other forever in front of our family and friends and the body of Christ and then we will begin our life together - together, for better for worse, with unending, unaltering love.
Of course most or all of you already knew this. Sorry it took me so long to post. I've been planning a wedding and enjoying the man I adore! That's much more fun than Xanga.
I'm the luckiest girl in the world. John Caleb is extremely wonderful, and I respect him and trust him and would follow him to end of the earth, and I want nothing more than to be his, and have a home and family together, and be close and care for each other forever. John Caleb, I love you. | | |
| The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part
Beneath the bleeding hands, we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer's art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is not to please
But to remind of our and Adam's curse
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.
The whole earth is our hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionare
Wherein, if we do well, we shall
Die of the absolute paternal care
That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.
The chill ascends from feet to knees
The fever sings in mental wires
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is roses and the smoke is briars.
The dripping blood our only drink
The bloody flesh our only food
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood -
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
- T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets, East Coker, IV | | |
| Well, my birthday was in January - but for my birthday present, John Caleb bought me tickets to a Snow Patrol concert, which is TONIGHT. I LOVE SNOW PATROL!!! I'm so excited!!
Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Give me a chance to hold on,
Just give me something to hold onto
It's so clear now that you are all that I have
I have no fear cause you are all that I have | | |
| The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. He will be killed, all right, but he can't know whether he is killed because of the knowledge which he has got or because of the knowledge which he hasn't got and which if he had it, would save him. There's the cold in your stomach, but you open the envelope, you have to open the envelope, for the end of man is to know.
- All The King's Men | | |
| Dance like it hurts. Love like you need money. Work when people are watching.
- Dogbert | | |
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