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Open Question: Story (: give your opinion.?

I pulled the metal spoon away from the lighters hot flame as it began to bubble. Watching the powder turn into liquid always fascinated me in a way. I reached out for the syringe in Madolynn's tiny porcelain hand and continued fixing her shot. Somehow the next few hours flew by and before we knew it, it was 1:00AM. We were both in a very euphoric mind set by this point. The Looney Tunes cartoon we were watching had apparently entertained us for quite a while. As my mind began to wonder away like a loose leaf in the wind the room began to spin a little bit. Like I had a mild form of vertigo or something. I focused my eyes on the old painting that hung crooked above the T.V on Madolynn's wall to try to straighten myself out. "This stuff is strong! Where did you get it?" I asked curiously. "I don't really remember." She said staring at me blankly. We both chuckled at how hard the heroin was starting to hit us. "I got to pee." Madolynn boldly said rising from her seat. She had to use the wooden coffee table to steady herself. Looks like vertigo is getting the best of both of us. I giggled silently and walked towards the kitchen for a glass of water. Cotton-mouth. "Hey, you want anything?" I hollered noticing she had already shut the bathroom door. "Hey!" I hollered more impatiently. "Are you okay?" I asked slowly opening the white door. As it creaked open I saw Madolynn's body pulsing on the blue tile floor. My mind flew to a thousand different endings to this situation. None of them seeming good. I ran and sat next to her. Tears flooding my pallid face before I even had a chance to hold a thought still in my whirling head. I placed my hands on her shoulders to hold her shaking body still. Her convulsions slowed as did her breathing. I took my trembling hands off her upper body and placed them to her throat. Her milky skin was clammy and ice cold but more importantly, didn't feel a pulse. As I bent over to put my ear to her chest my tears left a wet stain on her green tank top. There was no heartbeat. So I tried to recall what little bit I learned in medical class. Push. One one thousand Two one thousand Three one thousand Four one thousand I blew my hot breath into her cold flakey lips but there was no response. "You can't do this to me! Come on!" I yelled at her lifeless body. I repeated the CPR and cried for her to wake up through breathless sobs. When I still had no movement form her I reached into her left pocket and grabbed her cell phone. I searched through her contacts and found her boyfriend, Ryan's, number. all the words on the screen ran together. Bad time to be really high. My hands quivered as I told him what had just happened. “Call 911!” Was the last thing Ryan said before he hung up on me. While the 911 operator robotically announced that the officer was on his way (and other things like that) I felt envious of her steady composure. How would she react if the situation was hers? Would she be as calm as she seems now? Her voice became monotone and repetitive as my mind escaped me again. I leaned over and cried into my free hand still holding the cell phone in my other, placing my forehead against Madolynn's stomach. My best friend’s body laid under my shaking hands and there was nothing I could do to help her. She had not taken a breath in over 8 minutes. She wasn't coming back. I don't need medical skills class to tell me that. As the operator repeated the words, “Ma’am? Are you there?” for the third time, a big husky police officer pealed me off the bathroom floor. My mind in such a state of shock that the handcuffs didn't even phase me. He pulled me outside and as he read me my rights Madolynn's body passed by on a yellow metal gurney and I broke into another series of tears. The cop placed his hand on my head and pushed me into the back of his squad car. As I turned around in my seat the red and blue flashing lights hit the brown Buick parked thirty feet behind the cop car. Me and Ryan connected eyes for just a second before we both hung our heads and cried. The misery on his face haunted me for days. I still see that pain when I look into his deep green eyes. 3 years of Jail time on a possession of heroin charge and 2 years of probation later and me and Ryan visit her grave together once a week. more

Open Question: Few questions about how i ate, and flat stomach.?

Hi, I know that today i didn't eat too well, just curious to see what other people think... Breakfast- 1 light coffee cake (2.5 grams. of fat for 2) Snack- Ben and Jerry's 'have baked' ice cream bar Lunch- half of a BJ's super pretzel Snack-slice of turkey Dinner- I will have a hot dog, and would it be bad for me to eat it with the bun or will it not effect it? I don't plan on having dessert. Btw, I'm 12 1/2 yrs. old, weigh 85 lb.s and 5' 1/2 ish. Also am i underweight, healthy weight or overweight? One more thing. Helpful tips on how to get a flat stomach. I mean like at home, no workout dvd, or going to the gym. Excersises i can do at home. Thanks!Yes, i know i'm young, but i do have a some extra fat there that i would like to get rid of! If you are just going to critisize, it's simple: DON'T ANSWER!another, thing, i had to get that for lunch because i was out shopping. sorry, but they dont' sell salads at BJS! more

Open Question: Do things like this bug you?

I was passing a little store the other day and a sign read" Ice cold Ice" to me that seemed really stupid, kinda like the warnings on products, like blow dryers come with a warning not to use in the bath tub and do not use while asleep. The thing that bugs me is you know someone did that to get that warning on there. Also the warning on your to go coffee , warns you that the contents are "HOT"why do why need to state this, so no one will get sued! more

Open Question: If junk food was available back in the olden days how come obesity rates were low?

Hot chocolate, tea and coffee have been going for centuries Many fizzy drinks were invented in the 1800's and the mid 20th century. Dr Pepper - 1885 Coca Cola - 1886 Pepsi - 1897 Kool Aid - 1927 7Up - 1929 Fanta - 1940 Sprite - 1961 Candy, cookies, cake, pies, ice cream, milkshakes, brownies, donuts, popcorn, lollipops, burgers, hot dogs chips, fries etc have been going for centuries. Cotton Candy was invented in 1904. White Castle - 1920 KFC - 1929 McDonald's - 1940 Dunkin Donuts - 1951 Burger King - 1954 Taco Bell - 1955 Pizza Hut - 1958 Subway – 1965 Wendy's - 1969 TV dinners were invented in 1954 Pop tarts were invented in 1963 Plus many chocolate/candy bars invented in the early 20th century. They had all this and yet no one was overweight Why? more

Open Question: Poll: hot or cold?????????????

what kind of food items do u like the most???? hot ones like coffee, pizza or cold ones like ice cream, cold coffee?? more

Open Question: My Teen Book, Some Feedback Please?

Following excerpts from my unfinished book. Even if you read the 1st paragraph and give feedback, it would be great! Sorry it's long like this :-(Thank you! Bam! Detective Debeauvoir slammed his fist down on the table in the interrogation room. I'd had my head lying on it, buried in my folded arms and the reverberation made me jump. I'd been going to sleep, you see, because I'd been there for more than six hours. They hadn't even offered me any coffee like they do in the movies to keep me awake. What was the world coming to? "Dolores Hidago, aged seventeen, current address is 115 Wheat Street, New Orleans, Louisiana. Is that right?" he said. I said it was and didn't ask to speak to a lawyer. I knew everything I said could possibly be used against me but I didn't do anything wrong, so I didn't need a lawyer. Did I? He'd already run my name through the system and it came back clean not even a parking ticket. I was a ghost, no truancy in school, not even detention. Teachers had nothing but good things to say about me and my grades were glowing. My gym teacher claimed I had real athletic ability and my art teacher said I had talent. Then the detective brought up Vernon Primson and a person who went by the name of Kid. He threw names like Little John at me, and spat the name Toby Jenkins at me like phlem. He wanted to know what I had done with my life, particularly the past week or so of it. So I laid it down for him, starting with my nickel and dime job. * Later, Delores Hildago, a teen drug trafficker, describes how they use teachers.* Substitute teachers were more like backpackers than they realized, only instead of state-hopping with backpacks full of clothes that needed to be washed, a substitute traveled the school system with a briefcase full of homework that needed to be checked. Subs operate on the fringes of academic society; they're never quite a part of things and they don't know what chapter you're on, either. And alot of times, whatever you're reading isn't something they're well versed in because their specialty is math and as of right now they're teaching band. Faculty treat them like they're invisible because tomorrow they'll probably disappear, and students who've been kissing their teacher's asses all this time for extra credit have to start over at ground zero, especially if the teachers' going to be gone for like, the last three months of the school year, or something. That's the worst. Three months isn't enough time to become the sub's favorite and earn those extra points, but it usually only takes a day for them to decide that they don't like you. All it takes is a spitball, or you're ugly, or you came in late, or they caught you whispering, staring out the window when they're lecturing, writing something when they're talking, passing notes and they catch you, passing gas and they smell it, whatever. We decided to use a substitute as a mule. His name was Bill Cuss and he was subbing for an art teacher named Mr. Halvangus, who was out with a severe case of angina. Bill Cuss wore glasses and drank a lot of coffee. Toby Jenkins said he had him fifth period and when he bent over Cusses' desk to ask about a drawing technique, he said Cusses' breath smelled like Alaskan tuna fish, Columbian coffee beans, Russian vodka, and Mexican reefer. His age was early-fortyish, and his hair wasn't gray or anything; it looked like like he dyed it brown with some kind of shoe polish or something. But it did bring out his eyes; they were blue, actually almost purple, and big, until he took off his glasses, then they were small, and his nose was greasy where the glasses had been, with hot pink indentations where they had rested. Mr. Halvangus was coming back to class in three days, which was way to soon for us, frankly. * Another Excerpt...* Miss Kenny was a new teacher at our school, a transfer from another one across town. She had sandy colored hair and wore glasses, was in her early thirties and wasn't married. I saw our principal, Dr. Deiter, showing her around a bit. As they walked down the hall together, she held some of her papers and lesson plans close to her chest like one of the students might jump up at any moment and steal them from her. I don't think her behavior was a reflection of our particular school environment; I think she was just shy and the materials she held onto were her security blanket. She wasn't on the payroll yet- our payroll- which gave us cause for concern because by the time she arrived, we had our vending machine up and running in the cafeteria. We manufactured fruit and soft drink products called Sappies (You sip 'em and you get the happies), from a professional warehouse in the area (run by our people, ofcourse). Our Sappies shroom drinks only came in three flavors- fruit punch, which was my fav., grape soda, which I didn't like too much, and strawberry soda, which, on the grading scale earSorry, it was cut off. Don't worry about the rest. more

Open Question: Have women made ourselves unequal to men?

heres something i found and it was an eyeopener: Thinking back to myself girls always say something like revealing their self is how do you say it, empowering. But if you really look back it is how you say demeaning. I mean this gives guys the right to think their better than us. They can make a stereotypical picture of us that rather than empowers us it demeans us. We have acomplished so much in this country of ours. I mean we even have an african american president. But for some reason wome have infact taken a down turn. If you really look you can find revealing photos of women anywhere you go. People wonder why girls have eating disorders its because those airbrushed girls or those stereotypical drawings make girls think that have to look like that in order to make guys look like that. In fact thats why girls are wearing a lot less its to get attention from those same guys. Would the people fighting for Women's Right look at us and be ashamed because instead of trying to focus futures of bright young women we are exposing them instead? I think so. Since when are the Pussycat Dolls a good role model? They wear barely anything out in public. Is that suppose to make men respest women? No wonder most men don't think of us as individuals. We demean ourselves. Why is Hilary Clinton always percieved as bad? So shes not a hot young model and her clothes are not revealing, does that really make her any less of a politian? What if she were a man, the would you vote for her? I saw a poster of Bratz dolls, the children toys. They were barely wearing anything. What I am really wondering is why someone would think thats a good toy for young girls? They are going to think well if the Bratz doll wears it why can't I? Then why can't she. Infact if girls are going to act like this, posing in racy shot and barely wearing anything, what future do they have anyway. Yes some girls are very accompished but look aroung and you will see what i see. We are not equals and we did this to ourselves. For shame, for shame because we can learn just as well as mean but we are not taking advantage of that. I am ashamed of what we are and have become. People do not fight for our freedom so we can walk around in skampy little outfits. It disgusts me. I am so mortified that I can even express exzactly how I feel about this. If we really want to be respected and treated equally is up to us to act like it. Wake up and smell the coffee it is time for a change. By Linda Marison more

Open Question: are you up for some random questions?

okaay, i'm bored. so here are some this or that questions. who ever matches the most with me, gets best answer. pulp or no pulp? tv or movies? books or magazines? scary or comedy? chocolate or candy? pickles or cucumbers? family guy or simpsons? pen or pencil? snowboard or ski? circus or carnival? tea or coffee? board game or video game? city or town? ending of mankind; lethal virus or nuclear explosion? darth vadar or darth maul? batman or superman? lobster or crab? chocolate milk or hot chocolate? nerdy or geeky? x's or o's? hugs or kisses? are hugs o's and kisses x's or hugs x's and kisses o's? ketchup or mustard? pudding or jell-o? more

Resolved Question: coffee, tea or hot coco?

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Resolved Question: do you like this survey?

Colors or Black and White? Pink or Purple? Yellow or Green? Apple or Orange? Fairy or Princess? Panda or Kangaroo? Analog or Digital? Coke or Pepsi? Coffee or Tea? Cake or Ice Cream? Miami Dolphins or New York Jets? Hockey or Soccer? Summer or Winter Olympics? Rollerblade or Iceskate? Fire or Ice? Dildo or Vibrator? Beatles or Rolling Stones? Elton John or Billy Joel? Gold or Silver? Metallica or Slayer? Pineapple rings or tidbits? In tic-tac-toe, are you the X or O? Heads or Tails? School or Work? Throw up or Diarrhea? Bowling or Rollerskating? Hurricane or Earthquake? Too fat or too skinny? Coffe with creamer or black? MySpaceBulletins.com or QuizPox.com ? Amazing Race or Survivor? Domestic or Foreign car? Miami Ink or L.A. Ink? Sandals or Tennis Shoes? Twister or Connect Four? Florida or California? Poems or Short Stories? 50 Cent or 2pac? Atlantic or Pacific ocean? Oprah or Dr. Phil? Scrapbooking or photography? MacDonald's or Burger King? Red or White wine? Love or Lust? Hamburgers or hot dogs? Funny or romantic? Abercrombie or Hollister? Public or Private School? Rings or necklaces? Camping or slumber party? White or dark chocolate? Life in Prison or Dealth Penalty? Truth or Dare? Surfing or snowboarding? Soft candy or hard candy? Phone or e-mail? Pizza or chicken wings? Spiderman or batman? Fruit or vegetable? Indoors or Outdoors? TV or computer? more

Open Question: Do you think he wants me back?

He broke up with me, but he's not acting completely over me. He's an a*s but I love him. -He told the guy that likes me not to even try to date me since he (my ex) thought I was kinda bad at kissing -When me and this other girl took off our shirts (We had bikini tops on and we were in someones backyard) cuz it was hot, he kept yelling at me to put on a shirt. He wouldnt tell me why on IM either -He ignored me totally except for telling me that shirt thing, talking to me on IM, and poking me when I was talking to this other guy. -When I said I'd never tried coffee and didnt want to, he said "Please. Try it for me. I'll repay you somehow" more

Open Question: How long do intestinal viruses last?

It started last wednesday when i had some abdominal pain and diarrhea and chills/hot flashes. Then the pain became worse over the weekend but the diarrhea lessend. ( It became what doctors refer to as coffee ground looking) I went to the ER on sunday and they did xrays urine tests ct scans etc. They found nothing. They said it was probably just a virus...It has been 9 days since this started, and I was wondering if this is abnormally long? Should I go back to the doctors? Anybody have something like this?Im actually only 19 btw, and this is the longest that I have ever been sick...its weird, because about 75% of the time i feel fine, but all of the sudden i get the pain and i have to run to the restroom... more

Open Question: if 1/4 cup = 8 oz how many cups in 64 oz?

this a tricky one,i am trying to mix 1/2 & 1/2 hot cocoa with coffee. How much cocoa to make 64 oz. more

Open Question: Whats the best way to drink a hot liquid, like tea or coffee, without burning your mouth?

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Open Question: could you help me with a really imaganative ending to my story please/?

My character could be a girl or boy, and the ending could even be a cliffhanger please help me. Thanks Original Writing Walking down Turpin road, a usually happy place of friendly faces. I felt the licks of the sunshines rays on my face and a breeze tickle my hair. In place did the whole place seem, But instinct told me otherwise. Passing past a Pala's Cake shop; i saw in the reflection me. Glancing down at what i wore, i realised i was clad in yesterdays items.Lost in words, i though back to my last memories of yesterdays events ( or this morning - dont understand what ur going on about here ).The last thing I remember is sitting on the sofa, feet up, remote in on hand and a glass of chilled chardonnay in the other. Dispite my lack of clarity of the days events I carried on walking down the street; it was unusually quiet for a day as hot as this. Children would usually be rushing about by noon to get the best flavours at Ice Rock ice cream shop. “Morning Mr. Williams” I said to him as he swept the dirt on his path into a perfect pile. He was always the sort of chappy old fellow who would always scream out with the lamest of jokes. I guess thats why most people in town loved him. Well, that as the fact that he owned the only ice cream shop. I anticpated his high pitched laugh to errupt with no doubt a predictable joke, but strangly he ignored me. Perhaps he could not have herd me.I had to admit, he was getting old, at 94 who would have the energy to everyday sweep his path while running an ice cream parlor. Better yet who would do it mid afternoon with a scorching sun dressed in a grey skivey and black sweatpants and a pair of hot garden boots? My mother always taught me show respect to the elders, and screaming for his attention would be rude, so i just carried on with my stroll. Talking about strolls, why am i even on this stroll? As I carry on going down the street, I can’t think for the life of me where it was I was planning on going. My body moved down markert street without my mind even regesting where i was going. I got to the entrance of market square to see jane who no doubt is late. She always had this tendency to be late, even as i remember it to be at school. Hoping on the bus, i see a chug of grey smoke fade from the bus. I turn into the market to see a stall of the most fresh, red juicy looking apples I have ever seen, piled in a box. I rummage in thepocket of my scruffy old jacket and find just the right amount, along with a piece of old chewing gum that’s defiantly seen better days and the remains of a tissue that must have been the through the wash more than once. “Excuse me, could I have three of those delicious looking red apples please?” I said to the man I thought was the owner of the stall, he stood lent against a pole, with his arms crossed. He had a small bag buckled around his waist that made some of his black top rise up revealing part of his not so small stomach, he seemed to be looking straight passes me. I can’t believe how ignorant he is, he totally ignored me and had gone to the other side of the stall and is serving someone else. Am i invisible to everyone today?! Surley now i knew someting was no right but what it was i could not put my finger on it . I move on from the fruit stall to spend my money somewhere they might not be so rude. I began to walk past a coffee shop, Cryer Coffee, It is owned by a French man called Pierre Cryer .isuddenly stopped realising I was really thirsty, when was the last time I had a drink? It seemed like ages. I entered the shop, the door slammed shut behind me. I was overwhelmed by the noise of so many people, the coffee shop was usually quite quiet I guess they must be here to try the new strong coffee with a hint of mint, it has been advertised everywhere for the last month! Personally I thought it sounded disgusting. The shop wasn’t the most stylish place, the walls were painted a mouldy orange that made the cream floor tiles look scrotty especially when every other one had cracks in from where people had dropped things. I glanced around for a table, there’s one I thought to myself it could do with a wipe, so I looked around to see if I could see a cleaner and spotted one. She was wearing black trouserswhich had a large blob of tomato sauce smeared on the top of her thighs and a dark blue polo shirt. I tried to catch her attention but I didn’t have much luck she just carried on mopping a puddle of spilt coke. I gave up as she seemed oblivious to the fact I needed something. I noticed there were some serviettes on the tables so I decided it would be quicker to do it myself. I sat on the table and began to wipe the table, but the coffee rimmed stains just wound go! Panicking i yelled for help, and glanced around. No one, lifted of changed their moments or stances. I did not exist to them.yeah i want it to be that she is dead. But i just cant thnk of a good ending and that is not long enough to end it there. Please help. Thank you more

Open Question: Need help starting a compost?

I started composting a few weeks ago in a large plastic container. I researched and I know what I can and cannot put into the compost. It's been fruit/veg scraps, coffee grounds, a few egg shells, some trimmings from my yard and grass cuttings so far. I'm in AZ. It's very hot and dry (around 100 degrees F). My compost seems dry and doesn't really look like its decomposing nicely (but it doesn't stink and it is shrinking). *I'm wondering if the grass clippings are too dry (our burmuda grass is very coarse/rough here). Should I hold off on adding them? *Should I add any water/let rain water flow in naturally (monsoon season is starting). Or should it be dry? *I've heard you can add newspaper? Mine seems too dry for that.. *The container gets sun most of the morning and shade in the afternoon (but still very hot temp). I haven't covered it with anything. Should I? *Should I add some compost/starter from the nursery to get it going? Thanks for your suggestions! more

Open Question: can you give me ideas on how to finish my story and if you like the beginning pleaseee?

Walking down Turpin road, a usually very hectic place, full of many friendly faces, I felt the sun on my face and a breeze through my hair. Everything looks the same but something deep down is telling me something’s wrong. I looked down; realizing I still had yesterday’s clothes on, saying that I can’t even quite remember how I got here. The last thing I remember is sitting on the sofa, feet up, remote in on hand and a glass of chilled chardonnay in the other. I carried on walking down the street; it was unusually quiet for a day as hot as this. “Morning Mr. Williams” I said to him as her swept the dirt on his path into a perfect pile, he couldn’t of heard me, he’s losing his hearing, he must be 94 this year? I don’t know how he has the energy, everyday sweeping his path at the same time, in the same old green jumper with a whole at the top of the right sleeve, a pair of dark blue Umbro joggers with grass stains on the knees and a pair of old welly boots caked in mud. As I carry on going down the street, I can’t think for the life of me where it was I was planning on going, as I’m heading towards Market square guess that must be it. As I got to the entrance of market square I see my old school friend, Jane we haven’t caught up in ages. I call out to her, but she’s in such a hurry running to catch the bus, I don’t think she could have heard me. Straight in front of me I see a stall of the most fresh, red juicy looking apples I have ever seen, piled in a box. I seem to have come out without my bag or purse, so I decide to rummage around the pocket of my scruffy old joggers searching for some change, quite glad Jane didn’t see me looking like this. I had just the right amount, along with a piece of old chewing gum that’s defiantly seen better days and the remains of a tissue that must have been the through the wash more than once. “Excuse me, could I have three of those delicious looking red apples please?” I said to the man I thought was the owner of the stall, he stood lent against a pole, with his arms crossed. He had a small bag buckled around his waist that made some of his black top rise up revealing part of his not so small stomach, he seemed to be looking straight passes me. I can’t believe how ignorant he is, he totally ignored me and has gone to the other side of the stall and is serving someone else. I’m beginning to think I must be invisible today. I still have that strange feeling that something’s not quite right; I just can’t put my finger on what it is. I decide to move on from the fruit stall and spend my money somewhere they might not be so rude. I began to walk past a coffee shop, Cryer Coffee, It is owned by a French man called Pierre Cryer and his family. When I suddenly stopped realising I was really thirsty, when was the last time I had a drink? It seemed like ages. I entered the shop, the door slammed shut behind me. I was overwhelmed by the noise of so many people, the coffee shop was usually quite quiet I guess they must be here to try the new strong coffee with a hint of mint, it has been advertised everywhere for the last month! Personally I thought it sounded disgusting. The shop wasn’t the most stylish place, the walls were painted a mouldy orange that made the cream floor tiles look scrotty especially when every other one had cracks in from where people had dropped things, and with the green tables and chairs the whole room clashed. I glanced around for a table, there’s one I thought to myself it could do with a wipe, so I looked around to see if I could see a cleaner and spotted one, she was wearing black trouser which looked as though she had tomato sauce smeared on the top of her thighs and a dark blue polo shirt. I tried to catch her attention but I didn’t have much luck she just carried on mopping a puddle of spilt coke. I gave up as she seemed oblivious to the fact I needed something. I noticed there were some serviettes on the tables so I decided it would be quicker to do it myself. I sat down at the table trying to remember waking up this morning , I think I have heat loss if there’s such a thing, I mean it’s not normal to not remember even coming out this morning it was like the last 12 hours had gone by in a flash. more

Open Question: Korean dramas recommendations?

With a hot guy or hot guys? With an interesting story line. I've seen: -Lovers in Paris -The Truth -Boys Before Flowers -My Girl -Coffee Prince -Iljimae -Money's Warfare -Only You -Princess Lulu -Stairway To Heaven -What Happened In Bali -Winter Sonata more

Open Question: Which of the following processes is endothermic?

a. The combustion of propane. b. A hot cup of coffee (system) cools on a countertop. c. The freezing of water. d. The vaporization of rubbing alcohol. e. The chemical reaction in a "hot pack" often used to treat sore muscles. more

Open Question: is hot water, hot tea or hot coffee in a plastic cup carcinogen?

The plastic from the cup can melt and release carcinogen agents into the fluid. Is that possible? Is it safe to drink hot tea, hot coffee or just hot water from plastic cups? more

Open Question: Part 1: Please read this short chapter of my life novel I am writing? Thank you so much..?

I have heard the sound of despair slice through the breeze like a steel knife and I have seen the wound bleed raven wings circling through the crying of the fading night. I have not run away from the light; the light has run away from me. I have not run towards the darkness, the darkness runs towards me, and happiness has not been elusive just hard to keep. Am I depressed, or simply deprived of the inexplicable joys of uncertainty? Yet still, let the wound bleed until my voice is heard, or let it slowly succumb to the slow acting poison of death and may it forever rest in silence. Outside of my bedroom window, I could hear thunder run across the sky like buffalos upon the plains and see the rain pounding the ground like machine guns. Within my room, my back rested comfortably against a white wall facing the opposite wall, which stared back at me menacingly until I was forced to look away. Candlelight basked in the shade of utter silence illuminating the darkened caverns within my deep-set eyes, scarred from tears of sorrow. Their yellow and orange embers streaked across my black walls abandoned of any posters or banners. My white tee-shirt began to stick to the back of my neck. It was getting hot. “Stupid blade—won’t----cut!” I groaned, spitting out every word, eyebrows narrowing in frustration. “I swear to--- (I caught myself remembering that I didn’t believe in God)…” The cold, silver blade my forefinger and thumb precariously straddled was as sharp as the great white tooth that was fixated upon my brown necklace lazily hanging about my neck. I had gotten that necklace from my Grandpa who passed away last summer from old age. Natural causes, ha! Old age, my ass! That’s what the doctor’s tell you when they do not really know what the heck is wrong with the person. Figures, their all conformist fuckers anyway. I never have listened to them and never will. Fuck ‘em. All of them. “Fuck this shit!” I said, scrambling to my feet. Almost instinctively, I tip-toed to the bathroom, and was careful as not to awaken my mother who was snoring furiously in the room next to mine. “Looks like I won’t be getting very much, if any, sleep tonight,” I said, mumbling under my breath, flipping the bathroom switch. The entire bathroom suddenly lit up. I looked into the mirror. My afro was as big as Oprah Winphrey on a good day at Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. My eyes were a reddish-yellow color, kind of like oil and blood mixed together in a skillet when my mother was cooking fried chicken. Note to self: Never eat mom’s fried chicken. I was wasting way too much time staring into this mirror. I hated it anyway. I needed to find an extra blade. I turned on the faucet just a tad bit, and I let the water pool inside of my cupped hands. I splashed water on my face, then began to rifle through the drawers, pulling out rubber bands, combs, and those little bottled lotions my mother always stole from hotels. Nothing. I pounded my fist angrily on the bathroom wall and I thought I heard my mother cough. I covered my face with my hands letting them slide down my cheeks. Suddenly, without warning, an idea sprung to my head like a frog into a pond. I quietly, stealthy as a cat, tip-toed my way downstairs, almost slipping on the last one, instinctively grabbing hold of the stair case railing. I laughed silently to myself and scurried into the kitchen. It was cold downstairs. There were still crumbs on the kitchen counters from where I am guessing my mother had been pigging out before finally going to sleep. Ironically enough, they reminded me of the time she said she was going to try and lose weight. “I need to lose weight so I can look good!” I told her I believed her, although that was a bold-faced lie. And yet, why did this consequential discovery of crumbs surprise me? She never followed through with anything, most especially when it came to being a mother. Then I saw them. They were beautiful, our beige window blinds sliced moonlight onto their jagged edges like cheese, completely ignoring our black magnolia sitting upon the window sill. Once again, that sort of reminded me of the time when my mother forgot to add any type of seasoning to our sirloin steaks or the time when she added water instead of milk to her morning coffee. “Fuck yes,” I said, gliding towards their wooden casing by the kitchen stove. “My, my, darlings, you look so….sharp.” I laughed and grabbed hold of one of the knife’s black handles, slowly extracting it from its wooden casing. My eyes glowered with increasing excitement as I ran back up stairs. The bathroom light was still on, I had forgotten to turn it off, as always. I flipped the switch and the bathroom suddenly became dark and lonesome once more. I crept into my room, softly shutting the door behind me. This time I sat on the edge of my bed, holding the jagged edged knife in my left hand. I pressed its edge against my forearm, and slowlyMerz what do you mean lol..okay soyou said I am a fantastic author butt....the story sucks.....?? do you mean this page is good or like..idk lol im confused..you cuaght me between compliment and constrcutive criticism/insult lol. more

Open Question: What do you think of this chapter?

Lucas Thomas de Quincy, the 28th count of Wyndham and duke of Sheldon was rudely awaken by a brutal shaking, his shoulders being captured in a vice- like grip. Grumbling, and mentally decided to fire the poor bastard who had dared to wake him up from one of the hottest dreams he had had so far in his 28 years of life, he opened his eyes groggily. He groaned as he looked up into the frowning face of Edgar Lawrence, a middle-aged, tweed-dressed man who had been his family's accountant since the beginning of time it seemed. Not only had Mr. Lawrence dutifully served the young duke, but he had also worked under his deceased father. To sum it up, the Lawrence family had been working with fidelity as accountants and financial advisors for the house of Sheldon for almost four centuries. "My Lord, I am afraid we must discuss important matters as this moment!" ,the older man whispered, though Luke's migraine turned the whispering into shouting. "Gee, must we really, Ed?", the duke mumbled, though he knew his employee must have had a damn important reason to appeared in his bed room at - he raised his head slightly to glance at the old horologe - 5:45 in the morning. "I am afraid so, my lord.", "Ed" bowed slightly before adding "I shall be waiting in the grand library, sir." He bowed again, before leaving, not managing to hide his disapproval as he had to practically dig his way out from the intricate pattern of naked bodies laying on the floor. With a sigh, Luke lifted himself up and stood on the edge of the bed, looking around and remembering last night's events. There had been a wild party, as it had become the habit ever since he had turned 21 and obtained complete and unlimited possession of his family's funds. The party he had thrown then! Half of the English aristocracy had attended and the other half felt offended for months for not being invited..that had been the true beginning of his "career". Glancing over his shoulder at the bed, he smirked as he spotted the sweet Swedish twins still entwined in a hot embrace. Man, those girls sure knew how to party! "Yeah, bisexual chicks rule!" he smiled at the pre- adolescent thought, and stood up, swearing as his foot hit a small bunch of used condoms. Damn, he hated waking up in the morning, but hey, at least he knew that he neither knock up any of them nor did he get a sexually transmitted disease. Luke made his way through the large, richly-decorated bedroom stepping from time to time on a hand or a foot. Near a table, there laid his best friend with an expression of divine happiness on his face, a slender, beautiful black girl's nipple still in his mouth. Chuckling, Luke felt his amusement returning full force. Somehow, lately, all his partied turned into full- blown orgies, but, hey, who was complaining? Maybe Ed. He padded bare-footed through the large halls, decorated with paintings of his ancestors and actual medieval armoury, smiling devilishly as he encountered some more victims of the alcohol. Brushing a hand through his curly golden hair, he opened the doors to the big library with his foot. The room was a huge one, going on three levels, practically flooded with all kinds of books. It was only normal for it to be so, after all there have been numerous generations to contribute to it. Luke's personal contribution was a collection of porn books, dating back from the 14th century. To his amusement, he had found out that he was not the only one to bring such material into the family library, the most prominent ancestors of his being interested in the stories of the pleasure of the flesh being a Victorian aristocrat. "Must truly be genetic!", Luke mused and turned his ancestor into a role model, aware that one can not win over own genes so, if you can't beat them, join them. Lawrence was looking out of the window, and turned around startled as he heard the door open. His conservatory, rounded glasses were steamy, and beards of sweat were running down his forehead and cheeks. "So, Ed, what's up", Luke asked, throwing himself into a leather-covered chair and putting his feet on a near by coffee table. "Spill the beans, already!", he demanded rubbing his forehead with the tip of his fingers and pinching the base of his nose. "My Lord", Lawrence babbled "something terrible had occurred." Luke frowned as he took in the dishevelled looks on his accountant. Lawrence, or how he loved to tease the snobbish old man Ed, never looked anything but perfect. In his entire life, Luke couldn't remember spotting even the slightest error in his attire, even the hair on Ed's now bolding head was perfect, even if he were in the middle of the world's biggest hurricane. Now, if he looked closely he could see the sweating staining the area near his armpits, and, as he took off his glasses, Luke also noticed the his accountant's hands were shaking. "Master, I am afraid we are ruined." "Excuse me?" "I am terribly sorry, my lord, this more

Open Question: Where does that "How hot is it?" phrase come from?

Like "It's so damm hot I have to put McDonalds coffee in my lap just to cool off" If anyone does know what I'm talking about put for own in. more

Open Question: winners of the Annual Stella Awards?

The Stella Awards are named after 81 year-old Stella Liebeck of New Mexico who spilled hot coffee on herself and successfully sued McDonald's. That case inspired the Stella awards for the most frivolous, ridiculous, successful lawsuits in the United States. Here are this year's winners: 7th Place: Kathleen Robertson of Austin, Texas, was awarded $80,000 by a jury of her peers after breaking her ankle tripping over a toddler who was running inside a furniture store. The owners of the store were understandably surprised at the verdict, considering the misbehaving little toddler was Ms. Robertson's son. 6th Place: 19-year-old Carl Truman of Los Angeles won $74,000 and medical expenses when his neighbor ran over his hand with a Honda Accord. Mr. Truman apparently didn't notice there was someone at the wheel of the car when he was trying to steal his neighbor's hubcaps. 5th Place: Terrence Dickson of Bristol, Pennsylvania, was leaving a house he had just finished robbing by way of the garage. He was not able to get the garage door to go up since the automatic door opener was malfunctioning. He couldn't re-enter the house because the door connecting the house and garage locked when he pulled it shut. The family was on vacation, and Mr. Dickson found himself locked in the garage for eight days. He subsisted on a case of Pepsi he found, and a large bag of dry dog food. He sued the homeowner's insurance claiming the situation caused him undue mental anguish. The jury agreed to the tune of $500,000. 4th Place: Jerry Williams of Little Rock, Arkansas, was awarded $14,500 and medical expenses after being bitten on the buttocks by his next door neighbor's beagle. The beagle was on a chain in its owner's fenced yard. The award was less than sought because the jury felt the dog might have been just a little provoked at the time by Mr. Williams, who had climbed over the fence into the yard and was shooting it repeatedly with a pellet gun. 3rd Place: A Philadelphia restaurant was ordered to pay Amber Carson of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, $113,500 after she slipped on a soft drink and broke her coccyx (tailbone). The beverage was on the floor because Ms. Carson had thrown it at her boyfriend 30 seconds earlier during an argument. 2nd Place: Kara Walton of Claymont, Delaware, successfully sued the owner of a night club in a neighboring city when she fell from the bathroom window to the floor and knocked out her two front teeth. This occurred while Ms.Walton was trying to sneak through the window in the ladies room to avoid paying the $3.50 cover charge. She was awarded $12,000 and dental expenses. 1st Place: This year's runaway winner was Mrs. Merv Grazinski of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Mrs. Grazinski purchased a brand new 32-foot Winnebago motor home. On her first trip home, (from an OU football game), having driven onto the freeway, she set the cruise control at 70 mph and calmly left the drivers seat to go into the back & make herself a sandwich. Not surprisingly, the RV left the freeway, crashed and overturned. Mrs.Grazinski sued Winnebago for not advising her in the owner's manual that she couldn't actually do this. The jury awarded her $1,750,000 plus a new motor home. The company actually changed their manuals on the basis of this suit, just in case there were any other complete morons around. more

Open Question: japanese bear ear hoodie?

ive been trying to find this teddy bear hoodie, but i see its picture all over the net so i don't know where i cant find a trusted source to buy from that isn't overpriced. http://www.wholesale-dress.net/goods-7341-09-Winter-Hot-Sale-Popular-Style-Velvet-Rabbit-Ears-on-the-Hoodie-Long-Coat-E2-80-93-Beige-Deep-Grey-Coffee.html this sites live support claims to have the exact same product for cheap but in the FAQ it says that some things they sell are merely replicas of pictures they get form fashion magazines and things like that, and that price seems cheap to me, so i don't trust them. http://basiik.net/VelvetSparkle/products/fuzzyBEAR.html is a trusted source because i know someone who said they got their hoodie from there, but that is too much money in my opinion. however, that other site is too cheap for me to believe its really that hoodie. Can anyone give me any advice, ive been shopping around for a while now and haven't found much. also does anyone know a trusted Carrier that may sell this or have something similar, or maybe have experience with shopping at one of those stores? any answers would be appreciated. :D Because that jacket is so friggin cute. i don't know anyone who wouldn't think its cute. more

Open Question: Using a milk frother?

Can someone tell me what is the best way to make hot coffee using a handheld milk frother? How can I make cappucino with the same? more

Open Question: How do I prevent a scar from liquid burn?

My 3 year old climbed on the counter last week and ended up burning her entire arm with 12 cups of hot tea it's a 2nd deg burn and at first I wasn't to concerned about it scaring but it looks like it's going to is there a way to help prevent a nasty scar for the rest of her life or is she going to have a permanent reminder of how 3 year old can be into everything. I have a nasty scar from the same thing only coffee on my chest but I can cover mine more easily and it does make me self consence I don't want her to hide her arm all through life more

Open Question: hot coffee mod ........?

i have version 1.00 san andreas on the pc ,how do i get the hot coffee mod?i looked all over for it and only see versions 2.0 or 1.01. how do i get it? do i already, maybe just need to use a cheat?please help! more

Resolved Question: Coffee before sleep ? good or bad ?

Can i have one hot coffee before going off to sleep ? AND what is the ideal time to sleep to have a fit body ? more

Open Question: old wives tale or true? Tea/coffee cools you down in hot weather?

I was told that it cools you down as it raises your internal temperature to your external temperature so you don't feel as hot. If this is true how come it doesn't make you colder in the winter? or ice creams and cold drinks don't make you hotter? more

Resolved Question: Have You Ever Commended A Worker?

The other day at the grocery store the checker said "Oh, these carrots look kind of soupy. Are you sure you want them?" I thanked her and got a new bag of carrots. I called the manager over and told him that if they give out gold stars that she deserved one. When my niece was about 7, I was at Denny's with her and my parents. and the waitress was very careful not to pour hot coffee over her. She did balance a plate of salad on my nieces head, but that was kind of funny. I told the manager to give her a gold star too. Have you ever done anything like that?Sorry, I forgot that a lot of people in the parenting section may not understand what "commended" means. I guess I should have said "Made a good talk to the boss", but I think most of the sheep are in bed now.Anon1234: Now thats a good sister. more

Resolved Question: Random on-the-spot paragraphs I wrote. Scrap or no?

Ok, I just had the urge to write this and threw in some names. The hospital room smelled like sickness. And hot dogs. Steph lay beneath a twisting mass of neon colored cables, her dinosaur print gown exposing the cast that encircled her left leg. When I'd left, she'd been asleep, with a line of drool making it's way over her skin. Now the drool was gone--smeared across the back of her hand--and she was very much awake. Her antifreeze-green eyes flashed dangerously in the bleaching light, her mouth a thin line of repressed anger. Whether she was in pain, Seth had said something so awful only Seth could say it, or she was agonizing over the fact that she wore a dress covered in grinning pterodactyls, it was impossible to tell. Possibly it was all three. I took great pains to keep out of the reach of her IV-injected hands. Seth noticed me and beamed, reaching for the Styrofoam cup in my hand. Reluctantly, I handed it over, letting a drop of black coffee spill, dying his skin the color of Maci's hair. Bad Ethan. Shouldn't be thinking about Maci. "Thanks bro," Seth said, tossing back half the cup in one swallow. His T-shirt was dirty and smelled like the burgers they sold at the cafe down the hall. The white print spelled out 'I do all my own stunts' in cracked, fading letters. He looked like he hadn't showered in days. "How can you drink that stuff?" I asked, wrinkling my nose. "It's going to give you a third eye or something." So, yeah. I was bored. Tell me what you think.Jade: If you mean the (Bad Ethan. Shouldn't be thinking about Maci) thing, it was Ethan (whose POV it's from) talking to himself in third person. Otherwise it is in first person. Sorry if this was confusing. There isn't more detail because it's starting off in the middle of a story I haven't even developed. more

Open Question: How do you know when your life is OVER and it is all down hill....I mean when do you FACE IT and realize you..?

will NEVER find true Love, or that great Career, where you are happy to go to work, and make the kind of money so you can afford to live the way you want......Like what they tell you on all those INFOMERCIALS about Secrets to Internet Millions!!! When do you realize that your BOOK will never be written or your Method at gambling will never WORK! When do you face that no matter how many vitamins you take or no matter how many Crunches or exercises you do, you will NEVER be HOT again! When do you accept that there is no way to find the happiness you LOST with your YOUTH! When do you finally wake up and smell the COFFEE and realize you had better get USED to the fact that you are over 55 and people will always charge you the SENIOR discount no matter HOW MUCH Dye you use or how much you THINK you look young! When is it time to accept your old age and the fact that if you haven't got a MATE by now you may as well get used to being all alone.Blaze THanks but I am not in the market for a GUY as I am not gay!Sheri,,,,,,,,well you have what you dreamed of. So for you I can see you being happy. You have love and a great career! HOnestly If I had those two things I would answer this question the way you just did! Thanks I know 55 isnt old. But there IS some accepting we must do if we are to be trully happy I think. Like when people charge me the senior price. They are always TEENS and probably think I am 65! I don't complain though Saves me over 50%!!!!! It is just that I havent been as lucky as some or perhaps I havent been as SMART or as Hard Working etc. Looks like I probably got what I deserve. BUT I am about to begin a NEW VENTURE!!!!!!!! Becoming an ESL teacher so I can See the WORLD......starting with South East Asia and moving to South America! Physically I am in GREAT SHAPE but I hate dying my hair, even though I probably will look a lot younger if I do. Maybe when I send out my CV and PIC I will do a DYE job to get a better employment opportunity. I age like Tony DanzaWind Drop.....yeah I know but you must realize it is easy to say when you have nothing to complain ABOUT! I just had my career sabotoged before it started, and I lost my Government sponsered Income. Now I have to live off of borrowed inheritence until I get my ESL thing together! But that means I got to leave AMERICA for at LEAST a couple of years, or the expereience will not get me a job here in NYC.......But it may just be the NEW THING I NEED to bring the spark or romance back into my life! ThanksZoey......I can throw a NERF BALL and everytime it lands on someone THEY will have a BETTER LIFE than me!!!!! LOL.........actually the only thing that kept me from going NUTS when I lost it all was my Sense of Humor!!!!!!!!! more

Open Question: What to put in with hot water/ tea?

What else can i put in hot water just to drink everyday/whenever. I love drinking tea with milk and sugar. Also hot water with lemon/honey/cinnamon. Besides chocolate/coffee. I want sometihng low in calories too. But what else can I put in hot water that is tasty? more

Resolved Question: I Made A Pot Of Coffee, Will It Still Be Good Tomorrow Or Should I Refrigerate It?

it being hot doesnt matter, because im not gonna drink it hot anyways what im saying is, is it ok to leave it out or do i need to refrigerate? also how will the taste be affected? more

Resolved Question: Why is coffee from french press so much better than drip coffee?

I think it is SO much better. But why? Is it the coarse grains? The hotter water? Is it that the grains are actually in the water instead of just passing through as it is with the drip style? more

Voting Question: I need a unique name for twitter!?

Anybody have a Cute,Hot yet unique name for twitter??? here are some realted thing to try and make out of it My fave drink is any kind of coffee (like latae's cupachino etc..) My name is bailey (no duh) My fave food is chocolate :D My fave music is hip-hop and i lovve shopping :)(best answer gets 20 pts) more

Resolved Question: do you like iced or hot coffee better?

i love coffee!! what do you prefer? more

Resolved Question: Should I break up with him. Can I maybe change him. I really want this to work?

Ok, so he is like one of the hottest guys around college and I fell for him so hard. The moment my friend introduced us he was like. So cute, so fit, so funny, everything. He asked me to watch a soccer game with him. So since then we started going out. All my friends told me not to but I did not listen. Now he just screwed my brain. After going out for like 6 months he thinks its ok for him to go late night parties and get so drunk and dance with other girls. He asks me not to go with him because Its no fun that way. He never explained why its no fun. "no one goes to a party with his girl" that all he says. I see him at the sports bar near college with different girl almost every other day, I see him at coffee with other girls all the time too. He always says there class mates wither working together or he just enjoys company of "normal friends" Im worried about them being more than just friends. I have this evidence against him. - His condoms are being changed even though me and him are not having sex. *I checked the expiry dates* He explains that he and four room mates share them and get new ones when they run out so he has no sex. I could not argue that, It could be true. - most girl @ college agree he is a major player. He spends a lot of time and money on me though so IDK. - My friend told me that he tried to get to her friends panties. Its not credible though. I mean its like my friends friend. What if she was lying or if something was not true. - His friends are ALL not the right guys to date. but that does not mean he should be still. But It worry's me I don't want to fallow him or check his phone because I am worried its true. I love him too much to find that out. I tried to do a "fake break up" and see how he reacts. I saw him at his room and broke up with him and he started crying?? It made me feel like its my fault, I felt so horrible. He told me we went out for so long that I am his everything now and that he cant pass college or move on in anything if we break up. We cuddled and made up I even made him coffee. After we made up though he had this wierd smile on his face. That "your a sucker" kinda smile. He went to the washroom and washed his face and went to soccer practice for college just like that. I gave him a chance but he never stopped seeing all these girls so I tried to break up with him again and he does the same things. His tears break my heart though, I feel so evil sometimes. I wish I never meet him because my life is not moving right now. IDK everything is sad and dull. Could he really love me and not be doing anything with the other girls. Or maybe he is just good at it. I think he is too cute to be a player, he is not evil at all. He cries for a breakup. Like players are masters and are like evil you knoww.. not himm. more

Voting Question: random sickness? help plzz?

sunday all i had was coffee and i felt dizzy and nasous and really hot and just terrible and then 10 mins later id feel fine but it was like an ongoing cycle for a few hrs and yesterday and today i feel better but at times i still feel a little sick anyone know whats wrong? more

Resolved Question: How do you like your coffee?

I have heard so many descriptions I would love to hear yours. Some examples I have heard; "Sweet and blonde like my women." " Dark cold and bitter like my husband." "Hot,dark and rich like my man!" So what's yours? more

Voting Question: Why does coffee make me dizzy?

I used to be able to drink as much coffee as I wanted, as often I as I wanted, and it had absolutely NO effects on me. Now, I can't even drink half a cup of coffee without feeling dizzy. Sometimes I even get nauseus. I don't know what happened - coffee didn't bother me at all, then all of a sudden, I couldn't drink it anymore. What's also strange is, I can drink a can of Dr. Pepper and experience none of these effects. I am wondering if I am just allergic to something in the coffee, other than caffiene. I quit drinking coffee months ago, and have switched to caffiene-free tea. Giving up coffee was tough, I loved sitting down with a nice hot cup of Joe! Does anybody know if this is just an allergic reaction to caffiene, or maybe a hypersensitivity to it? And will I ever be able to drink coffee again without experiencing these effects? more

Voting Question: Iced coffee at snow cone stands?

If you pulled up to a snow cone stand on a hot afternoon and saw that they carried a few flavors of iced coffee (chocolate & vanilla for instance), would you consider buying a cup of the iced coffee? Of course, the price would be less expensive than your typical fast food joint or convenience store. Considering it. Thought, comments & opinions welcome! more

Resolved Question: Ideas for a nice hot drink?

Anyone have a nice idea for a hot drink, i'm allergic to chocolate and coffee makes me feel sick too so i feel like all i'm left with is tea or hot milk. Anyone have any other suggestions?not old enuf i'm afraid for anything with alcohol! more

Voting Question: What is wrong with my sister? sick before wedding?!?

My sister has her wedding coming up in 2 weeks. She has had very bad symptoms for a few weeks now ... she has gone to the dr and he gave her an antibiotic TWICE and she is still feeling this way... she is on paxil (the lowest dose and she takes it same time everyday no missed pills) but these are her symptoms: She describes this "fog" feeling... like she is in a state of dizzyness or confusion if she gets up and does a lot of stuff... like she cant go to the local coffee shop and back without wanting to lay down and sleep bc of this "fog" feeling. She has hot/cold sweats and nausea. She has been to the drs twice... her wedding is coming up! help!!! what should she do??she also has been suffering from a yeast infection... I am convinced she has a candida yeast overgrowth and the two rounds of antibiotics is what made it so much worse now... she has been craving sugar foods like fruit snacks (and no she isnt prego she had her period and it was HEAVY she even showed me). I told her to change her diet ASAP and that she needs to eat yogurt & eggs & meat & veggies... instead of the crap she wants to eat. more

Voting Question: What is wrong with my sister? She has been sick for weeks?!?

My sister has her wedding coming up in 2 weeks. She has had very bad symptoms for a few weeks now ... she has gone to the dr and he gave her an antibiotic TWICE and she is still feeling this way... she is on paxil (the lowest dose and she takes it same time everyday no missed pills) but these are her symptoms: She describes this "fog" feeling... like she is in a state of dizzyness or confusion if she gets up and does a lot of stuff... like she cant go to the local coffee shop and back without wanting to lay down and sleep bc of this "fog" feeling. She has hot/cold sweats and nausea. She has been to the drs twice... her wedding is coming up! help!!! what should she do?? more

Resolved Question: Is she just playing with me?

I've known this girl for 3.5 years, she dated another guy we work with (big company) for the first 3 of those years. We had coffee (at work) a couple of times since she broke up with him but when I asked her out she said she doesn't want two exes at work. which I can understand. She knows I wanted to resign about 8 months ago, but then I stayed because she broke up with her guy and I thought I'd stay and see what happens with her. I have now resigned and I hope she dates me when I'm gone. When I chat to her she will play with her hair, twirl it between her fingers while she looks at me. The other day during one of our chats she played with a pen while the one end was in her mouth, I was looking at her mouth, we were about 2 feet apart... sooo hot. In any case, she knows I like her, I want to know if she is playing hard to get to make sure that I like her enough or if she is just playing with me. It made me feel better just to type this Thanks more

Resolved Question: Hot coffee burning your insides?

I drank some really hot coffee,and when it went down I think it burned my esophagus? I drank some cold water after and now it feels ok? Could that do permanent damage? more

Resolved Question: Need to hit High C, help?

I have a week before I have to perfom a song that has a fairly long High C note. I can hit this note, that isn't the issue. However, the note is so long that about halfway through my voice cracks and I loose it. For those of you who've seen Rent, it is the high note that she does in "Seasons of love" I need to hit this note, it is going to be in front of Hundreds of people. Someone suggested drinking a glass of hot water with honey and lemon in it. They also said don't drink tea or coffee or eat chocolate. Is there anything else I can do to A)Improve my vocals and B) Sooth my vocal chords? more

Voting Question: KOREAN DRAMAS LIKE FULL HOUSE , GOONG??

i luved goong, full house and coffee prince and im looking for a dramas in the same neighborhood you know how the guy is mean at first but then he slowly started to like the girl? that sort of thing, and hot!! guys are a must as well lol, i mean look at the lead male actors in full house and goong and coffee prince!! im spoiled now more