I regret some of the things I've done in my life. I also regret from time to time the order in which I've done some of them. I'm not exactly sorry, because that is life.
I almost always live to regret that I tend to speak first and think later, act now and damn the repercussions. And yet, I can't really say I'm sorry.
I regret some of the verbal brawls I've allowed myself to get dragged into, only because it was draining and exhausting and didn't always paint me in the best light. It had to be done, though, and I don't regret for a second exposing the instigators or beating (figuratively speaking) them into the dirt. I'm not a bit sorry for it.
I regret that damn thing that continues to resonate. That, I'm sorry about.
I always regret it when someone lets me down. I have an annoying tendency to turn introspective and analyze to death whether the fault can or should be laid at my feet. Nine times out of ten I'm off the hook although, in the grand scheme of things, that does little to alleviate the self-flagellation. You're still going to reflect 'til you go blind. I do, anyway. I'm always sorry and mourn a little bit when these things happen.
If one has a story to tell, for purposes of preventing other people from making a mistake or to educate them about recourse once they've made the mistake, one should be very cautious in their choice of venues in which to tell said story. Pick the wrong one and one will not only lose all vestiges of credibility but will be left looking utterly foolish. One would be very sorry then -- if one had good sense.
I waste a lot of time. I gather I should feel some remorse for that. I don't.
I'm rapidly reaching an "older" middle age. I'm sorry about that, because I'm just not ready for it. It would be nice if we could simply be whatever age we happen to be with no pesky digits bandied about and just act like whatever age we feel, with no one being the wiser.
Some of my sentences are too long. Sorry about that.
I've done some stuff I regret, stuff that embarrassed me, stuff I'm ashamed of. I regret some of it, though some of it I'd have done anyway even if I'd known the consequences going in. I can't say I'm sorry because even when it went way south and left me feeling icky, I learned something from it.
I tend to procrastinate, often to my detriment. I'm rather sorry about that.
C'est la vie.
deciet - Talking about eating only once every 10 years.
illnes - A sick Scottish lake?
self enduced - Suicide.
lamblast - A lamb barbecue.
nukked - Something you just don't do in polite society.
smittern - An infatuated intern.
clcik - A body part. I'm not saying which one.
opionated - Someone under the influence of opium.
From that certain "editor person:"
discention - When one decides to no longer use pennies.
Does anyone happen to know in what language these words might exist?
Boudreaux applied for an engineering position at a St. James Parish, Louisiana refinery. A Yankee applied for the same job and both applicants having the same qualifications were asked to take a test by the manager.Upon completion of the test, both men only missed one of the questions. The manager went to Boudreaux and said: "Thank you for your interest, but we've decided to give the Yankee the job."
Boudreaux asked: "And why are you giving him the job? We both got nine questions correct. This being Louisiana, and me being a Cajun Ishould get the job!"
The manager said: "We have made our decision not on the correct answers, but rather on the one question that you both missed."
Boudreaux then asked: "And just how would one incorrect answer be better than the other?"
The manager replied: "Boudreaux, it's like this. On question #4, theYankee put down "I don't know" and you put down, "Neither do I."
This has been hanging in the back of my closet. It's the crinoline from my first wedding dress. It still fits, but I think I'm going to throw it out. It has to be hand washed, and what on earth would I ever need it for? I don't know what ever happened to the dress.
As promised, a pic of the old laptop.
If this is what I have to look forward to in the future, I might as well grab my pink Swiss Army knife and off myself now.