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the true story of what was
07/03/2011 04:57 p.m.


- by the amazing ani difranco
I am currently Restless
I am listening to ani

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PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE....
06/25/2011 05:58 p.m.


I srsly CAN NOT stop watching this! It is freakin hilarious!!! PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT!!!!!!!!
I am currently Obsessive
I am listening to DUH!!! LMFAO!!!

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rubber
06/12/2011 08:24 p.m.
MmmK...so everyone knows that Shondy has odd taste in films...having said that ~ this film is NOT for everyone. BUT if you love insanely wierd and at the same time stupidly brilliant arthouse films...then you MUST watch Rubber. It seriously is a movie made for no reason and in that...you know exactly the reason why it was made. I loved it. heh


**if you answer NO to the security pop up at the beginning...it will allow you to see the trailer...if you answer YES...you get nada***




I am currently Dorky
I am listening to myself

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Metropia
02/26/2011 04:57 p.m.
Bloody brilliant. One of the best films I have seen in a while...and it is on instant Netflix. Go. Now. Enjoy.



I am currently Geeky
I am listening to the voices inside my head

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coconut pie anyone?
02/18/2011 02:42 a.m.

I am currently Dorky
I am listening to The Muppets!

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taking communion via my kidney stone
02/16/2011 04:51 a.m.
The thought hit me tonight....as I was drinking my grape-cranberry juice...that it tastes just like the juice they put in the small communion cups. You know...the little swallow sized goblets that represented the blood of Christ.

I've not taken communion in years. Yet that tiny bit...that 10 seconds of tart down the pipe....tucked itself way back in the bottom of my memory.

So I stuck my finger in my cup, twirled it around...and licked. Smiling...I realized that had I not been hospitalized at the end of January, had I not been blessed with such an awesome kidney stone, had I not been forced to try every flavor of cranberry juice to flush out the raging infection in my kidneys, and had I not settled on grape-cran...

then I would have never remembered what the "blood of Christ" tasted like. Goodness knows I will probably never take communion again.

Me thinks I sin too much. And now I shall repent for said journal entry. And return to my juice.

Toodles.
I am currently Stellar
I am listening to the quiet

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I'm a dime, I'm fine....
02/14/2011 02:11 a.m.

I am currently Evil
I am listening to Cake of course

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Same Old Next Year!
01/01/2011 04:17 a.m.
Happy New Year?
Really?

Resoultions. BS. Making drastic changes to better oneself. BS. Looking forward to the wonders of a new year. BULLF'INSHYTE!

Every night...one minute past 11:59pm something happens. IT'S THE NEXT DAY. Crazy I know. It took me a MINUTE to wrap my head around the idea. HA.

And every 365th day....at one minute past 11:59pm something happens. IT'S THE NEXT YEAR.

Not new. Not happy.

Just next.

Perhaps if we embraced every minute past 11:59pm regardless of it's rotation in days like it was brand new and happy ~ we might just be on to something. What makes that 365th day so darn special? Surely it's not just the changing of numbers.

And I continue to ponder.....until next year......
I am currently Jumbled
I am listening to my internal clock ticking

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Best.Christmas.Present.Ever.
12/24/2010 04:07 a.m.
My Sweet Lyla Claire is here. She arrived Monday at 11:15am. 9lbs 7ozs (at 3 weeks premature) and 20.5 inches long. Child would have been 12 lbs had she been carried to full term! Head full of daisy curls. Nose so tiny, her juggle jaws almost hides it! Feet as long as my pointer finger and legs so chubby you just want to squeeze em! Forget about newborn diapers...she is already in size 1!

She had to come a little early, so she has been chillin in the NICU for a few days. But she is still perfect. Everyone is doin good.

And I am oh so blessed.

She is the Best.Christmas.Present.Ever!!!
I am currently Content
I am listening to sleigh bells...I just got a text. :o)

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'Twas Something Something Something
12/02/2010 04:36 a.m.


'Twas the year before Christmas,
and all through the split-level,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a monkey.
The socks were hung by the coffee table with care,
In hopes that St. Stella soon would be there.


The children were nestled all snug in their bathtubs,
While visions of sugar-chips danced in their eyes.
And husband in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sofa to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Cleaned open the shutters, and gave up the sash.


The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-second to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a blue vacuum cleaner, and eight tiny doggies.


With a little old driver, so lively and sloppy,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Stella.
More rapid than bats his doggies they came,
And he whistled, and slapped, and called them by name;



"Now, Dasher! Now, Patrick! Now, Screwdriver and Vixen!
On, Lady! On Turtle! On, Underdittie and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the blanket!
Now kiss away! Kiss away! Kiss away all!"


And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the dresser St. Stella came with a bound.


His eyes -- how they honked! His dimples, how wet!
His elbows were like worms, his bum like an orange!


He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the boxers, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his kneecap aside of his foot,
And giving a nod, up the dresser he rose.


He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a scream,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good second!"


-- "'Twas the Night Before Christmas," corrupted and abridged.


**heh...here be the link...laugh till yer sides hurt then laugh some more ---> Christmas Mad Lib **

I am currently Festive
I am listening to Christmas tunes!

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