Not cheating like the previous poster:
I'm very similar here to real life: low key, quiet, decent - the spitting image of a Victorian times like conservative gentleman.
I'm shyer on A2K than in real life.
If anything, I'm even more of an asshole in person than I am here........
Similar, but more chatty in real life. Also, I laugh WAY more than my writing skills convey. I'm still getting my posting *legs* and perhaps that will improve...
I would like to dedicate this little poem to all the posters on A2K who have welcomed me, taken the time to give me advice, share a laugh, let me into their lives and be people whose company I enjoy very much.
GOD...PLEASE BLESS MY COMPUTER
Every night I lie in bed
This little prayer inside my head
God bless my mom and dad
and bless my children too
and take care of my spouse
who brings me so much joy...
God, there's just one more thing
I wish that you would do
if you don't mind my asking
to bless my 'puter, too??
Now I know that it's not normal
to bless a small machine
but listen just a second
and I'll try to explain...
You see, that little metal box
holds more than odds and ends
Inside those small components
rest a hundred loving friends.
Some it's true I've never seen
and most I've never met...
never shaken hands or
ever truly hugged, and yet...
I know for sure they love me
by the kindness they give,
and this little scrap of metal
is how I get to where they live.
By faith is how I know them,
Much the same as I know You.
I share things in my life with them,
So if it's OK with You...
Just take an extra minute
from Your duties up above...
to bless this little hunk of steel
that's filled with so much love.
Author Unknown
I'm a nasty piece of work in real life. Everybody hates me, I have no friends so I have to fake niceness to have someone to talk to - you guys!
I'm a conservative Republican African-American female in real life.
Heeven wrote:I'm a nasty piece of work in real life. Everybody hates me, I have no friends so I have to fake niceness to have someone to talk to - you guys!
You need to work on that part--it ain't comin' through as much as you may like to think . . .
In real life, i am even more charming and debonair, although i do still sniff other dogs' butts . . .
Setanta, it's really difficult for me since I am not used to being nice. I am trying, man! GET OFF MY BACK !!
Oop, slipped ...
S'ok, darlin' . . . you might find this hard to believe, but i have not always been the soo-wave, charming playboy type you see before you now, in the sytlish red bandana . . .
heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee . . .
okbye
In real life I am a god -- a deity that is worshipped and adored by all.
Here, I'm just one of the boys.
Well that explains my fascination with Easter Island then gus. How is the god thing working out? Is it an easy job? I would think that omnipitence is a double-edged sword.
Come closer, son, and I'll strike you down with a lightning bolt.
(need the practice)
(PDiddie, I really truly thought you were an African-American female for a while. I still dunno why.) (Never conservative Republican, tho...)
In real life, I am even more insufferably pompous and condescending.
Heeven wrote:I'm a nasty piece of work in real life. Everybody hates me, I have no friends so I have to fake niceness to have someone to talk to - you guys!
Aw, you're a sweetheart. Admit it.
There need be no big brouhaha about Heeven--she's an Irishwoman, for dog's sake, they all have to fake being nice . . .
(written by a certifiable victim of childrearing by Irishwomen)
I've got an Irish hat. It's quite friendly, though a little intrusive at times. And it smells like a wet sheep when it rains.
