Hey! I was X-file, but I changed my name. I am now Who Here Went Crazy First?
Some stuff... Stuff Vincent has said: Nich, you have NO idea what I can do with a spoon.
(Points out windowless space in parking garage) EASY way down!
Tuna fish is my enemy, not my freind.
Favorite quote time!
#1: "The world's going to hell."
#2: "Ray, if someone asks you if you're a god, you say YES!"
#3: "Quack damn you!"
#4: "Why won't the water come out?"
#5: "Keep your peeter in your pants!"
#6: "Boos, whenever you help me build a rocket, it explodes!"
"But I never helped you build a rocket!"
"That's the point!"
#1:What are you doing right now?
#2:What room are you in?
My living room.
#3:What song are you singing right now?
Swimming to the side together, by Emma's Revolution.
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We miss you, Ghid! 4/5/1929-4/8/2008
When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.
When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.
When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.
When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.
When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.
When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.
When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.
When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.
When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.
When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.
When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.
Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.
If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?
I,Who Here Went Crazy First, do solemnly swear to review all the fics I read,
regardless of the number of reviews,
its age, or anything else.
I have joined the review revolution.
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
Laugh likes there no pain or tomorrow.
Love with everything in the world.
Live life with no regrets or pain.
Getting high meant swinging at a playground?
The worst thing you could get from a boy was cooties?
When 'Mom' was your hero and 'Dad' was the boy you were gonna marry?
When your worst enemies were your siblings?
And race issues were about who ran fastest?
When war was a card game?
And life was simple and care free?
Remember when all you wanted to do was GROW UP?
Put this in your profile if you wish you were an innocent little kid again.
A little thing about flaming...
Don't do it!! If you're not a writer, than you have NOO idea what being flamed feels like. It's like having something that you poured your heart and soul into being thrashed about into little tiny pieces. I have been flamed. It sucks! It's like "trollers" on videos. They hang out at a video that they don't like just to say it sucks. And there are some people who wish death in their reviews. HOW WRONG IS THAT?!?!? Like one story I was reading had an anorexic girl writing it. Someone said they wish she had never gotten over Anorexia, that she had DIED!!! Whoever did that, go die in a hole! You crushed that girl's self esteem, and probably convinced her that her story wasn't worth it. Maybe even she thought LIFE ITSELF wasn't worth it. You never know what you're going to do when you give someone flaming. It's wrong, it's mean, it kills self esteem. DON'T FLAME!!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Sorry I haven't been around for a while. I've been reviewing under the anoymous name of Nich-Nich of the North. See that, and you'll know it's me! Why anonymous? Because I'm too lazy to log in.