I can't sleep

I have stumbled across this web site. It tells you of your personality by your given name. I have to wonder if your parents knew how you would develop when they named you. Although some things are not what I perceive myself to be, most is bang on!

What Teresa Means

You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life. You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

True Love Hurts

Here is what I percieve the hurt of true love is...in order.

1. My love for Jesus Christ...It pains me to know of his suffering for me.

2. The love and pain I felt giving birth to my children and the pain I feel when they are sad.

3. Human love.

Teresa.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake

Ooga Booga!

The city's population of Umbaúba, Brazil was impressed and shocked: the birth of offspring of a dog with human characteristics. Of the five puppies born, one that was born dead, had human hands and feet, besides the male genital organ.

According to the veterinarian John Farias, this is probably a genetic anomaly. "It is a disorder of chromosome at the time of formation of the fetus, which call Neoformacao Genetics, nothing more than that. There is the possibility that the fetus has been generated from a sexual relationship of a man with a dog, because his sperm is totally different from the animal. The only chromosome that is similar to that of humans is the primate, anyway, it is impossible to fertilization, "he explained.

See more here . There is also lots of photo's cerculating the net, see Google .

All I have to say is get a flippen sheep and stay away from Rover. Ewwww....Isn't this behaviour called Zoophilia?

Teresa.

Not down on myself, just sad.

I have to find better ways of occupying my down time. My time, what a bankrupt idea [pun intended]. As if I've been given that empty box but this turn it's full of time. Belonging to me alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that I cannot spend like money. Trouble is, the box has holes in it and the time is running out, no matter what I do with it.

I am already shaking from too much caffeine. Is it the caffeine?

There was a time when I told myself that I had to forge ahead the best way I could. I'd lie awake in bed and thought I had to stop berating myself, bemoaning my fait. Berating, bemoaning, useful words. Doldrums. Lovelorn. Leman. Forsaken. People kept their distance and averted their eyes while I crammed contemptible alienation into my self worth. So I did forge ahead. I forged and I forged, I poured out my own coffee in the morning into the kitchen sink staring out the kitchen window at the neighbors siding. I put the dishes in the dishwasher when I remembered, and after a few months of forging I lost my worthlessness intent. Out of self-protection I tried very hard to conceal the intricacies of myself to no avail. I displayed myself to be piteous. After a decent interval, underneath you could tell that I wasn't feeling too shabby, now that the worst was over. I began singing in the shower while I shaved. I shaved more. I didn't feel invisible anymore. Not that I didn't want to feel anything else. I was slowly building up some anewed gratitude and some long lost equity.

August 8 2007; gelert said...
I can still hear your voice, deep in my soul. I've been trying to ignore it, drown it out, but I can't and I'm tired of fighting it. Just as a piece of me remains in you, a piece of your soul remains in me... forever.

Enter Gelert...why does he torment me so? Why can’t I stop reading his words? He makes my heart collapse, my eyes close. Is there a faint stirring? His words reverberate in my ears as if he had spoken them to me. I have to take a breath to read then stare at his palable intoxicating words for a long while. I decided that it is not the antidote I begged for. I felt that he was hooking me once again, landing me and leaving me gasping. I'm just wondering when he'll throw me back like a shore fish, or a species too paltry and tasteless to have been coveted-to be sold for the extermination process...pig food. Maybe a bottom feeder...white slippery scales and pimply with toxins.

Ya, a little forlorn today. I intensely yearn to hear his voice. Images of him remain dear and playfull however, my relationship remains contused in my heart as I feel I have sabotaged the very thing I wanted most.

Gelert...I wish you were here and we could sit on the sofa and fabricate tinfoil hats to the gods wearing 3D glasses.

Teresa

Someone call David Kay

I think eBay might have found some of those weapons of mass destruction.

Teresa.