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Are you listening to Skrillex? Cause that happens to me when I listen to Skrillex
No, it's lingering effects from using my skull like a battering ram in football. I knocked myself out cold 3 times my junior year of high school alone (this was pre-head trauma awareness, so just some smelling salts and an adrenaline rush and I was back out there).
I've tried to figure out things that trigger them, but so far there's no correlation. I get them at different times of the year, when I'm sick or healthy, when I listen to music or when I'm quietly sitting somewhere.
My mom being the overbearing nut that she is wants me to get a CT scan to confirm I don't have a brain tumor.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Oct 22, 2012 9:58:12 GMT -5
Yeah. I was gonna say "if I was your mother, I'd tell you the same thing". You've officially been jumped by the notorious East Side Nurses Gang. Take heed! What what
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
So Agent Dave Lingweenie, has that 8.5million shown up at your doorstep yet?
No, I've been ignoring the guy from the "FBO Green Office" He calls me like 12 times a day. But I'm cleaning out my garage for the new Benz just in case.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Bruh. Don't do it. We've had a really good run, I don't want it to be over because you can't concede that the Wire is the greatest achievement of television cinematography.
Bruh. Don't do it. We've had a really good run, I don't want it to be over because you can't concede that the Wire is the greatest achievement of television cinematography.
Justin Bieber bought himself a penis enlargement with a stolen credit card ... and he's also cheating on his GF with Ke$ha, Rihanna and Penelope Cruz ... this according to a CRAZY new lawsuit filed in court and obtained by TMZ. Bieber has been sued in Michigan by a man claiming to be Selena Gomez's father -- who makes some of the most insane, and obviously untrue allegations ever documented in court. Among the highlights: --"Bieber has cost me $426.78 and never paid me back. This money was used as abortion money because Justin Bieber got my daughter Selena pregnant in my bedroom, on my canadian bear rug."-- "Usher Raymond came to my house on the forth of july 2012 and sodomized me with a firework and lit it inside my anal area while blaring kate perry [sic] firework song in my ear drums."--"[Bieber] gave selena a std and Bieber stole my credit card to buy him and sean p-ditty [sic] combs cocaine to use in drug free school zones."-- "Bieber also got a penis enlargement with my stolen american express card. "The lawsuit concludes ... "I'm an emotional mess ... America must boycott biebers music!"We decided not to call Justin for comment -- because, well, you know ...
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Oct 23, 2012 16:49:43 GMT -5
The Meger-Millions FBI guy keeps calling back and he left me a message asking me to please call back and to let him know what color Mercedes I want. How do I report this twat? I would hate for someone's granny to be getting this harassment.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.