Yes! That's it!!! Is that all it would have taken--a Google search!?

no, first you have to allign the spiritual energies, then the google search will be a success. its an 'if A than B' situation.

Oh. Well, fuck that, then.

thats exactly what most people say..

18"Listen then to what the parable of the sower means: 19When anyone hears the message about the kingdom and does not understand it, the evil one comes and snatches away what was sown in his heart. This is the seed sown along the path. 20The one who received the seed that fell on rocky places is the man who hears the word and at once receives it with joy. 21But since he has no root, he lasts only a short time. When trouble or persecution comes because of the word, he quickly falls away. 22The one who received the seed that fell among the thorns is the man who hears the word, but the worries of this life and the deceitfulness of wealth choke it, making it unfruitful. 23But the one who received the seed that fell on good soil is the man who hears the word and understands it. He produces a crop, yielding a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown."

I'd be happy to donate my seed.

no face shots though. eww.

i don't talk about details of my life on the internet and right now i'm too unimaginative to make up some.

I was once Captain Birdseye sexual plaything - "Arrr, ye be wanting my meaty cod fillet, me Melly".
*shudders*

shiver me timbers..

Having a plush Santa Claus that was bigger than I was (I was about 3) fall on my head from on top of my Cozy Coupe car.

When I was two years old, I was sitting in the little toddler seat of a shopping cart that my mother was piloting. She got some eggs, and - me being curious - I picked one out of the carton and decided to drop it on the floor. It traumatised me.

I don't even know...probably dickin' around at home before kindergarten. Or snowball fights with my brother....

I remember waking up being carried into the house by my dear old Dad. Might have been 4?

Freud would have had a field day with that one.

Huh, I was pretty sure I had posted in this thread before. Apparently not. Maybe it was somewhere else in a similar thread. Anyway, I think my first memory is me talking to myself in the mirror at age 3, sort of narrating things as I saw them back then. I remember imagining having a TV show or being in movies a lot as a child. Yeah, I was a weird kid. Maybe that was an early instance of such wild daydreaming.