Ugh!!!

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Eimear
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Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:18 pm
Eimear says... · Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:18 pm
I was never very good at numbers. My eldest sister really is old- she's 35. When I was born, she was 18. And when her daughter was born a while ago- I was 17.

Confusing, huh?
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myfreindsavamp
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Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:31 pm
myfreindsavamp says... · Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:31 pm
Uh... ya.
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.

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SIC
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Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:16 pm
SIC says... · Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:16 pm
Nate wrote:17 is the new 60.

22 is the new 17.

then I conclude that 22 is old becuase if 17 is the new 60 and 22 is the new 17 this means 22 is also 60 :) Check your facts here nate.
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myfreindsavamp
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Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:17 pm
myfreindsavamp says... · Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:17 pm
Huh?! :roll: :?: :thud:
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.

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chocoholic
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Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:19 pm
chocoholic says... · Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:19 pm
All these numbers! They hurt, they hurt!

*head explodes*
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Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
— Jamie Anderson