advise

First of all, let me say that alcohol is one of the finer pleasures in life. Hell, I always have a bottle of Bailey's on hand somewhere in my house. But I've been thinking about responsible drinking lately, and how a lot of people, especially younger folks like me, think they know what that means, but... don't, at least, not really.

Now, Du may think, "Responsible drinking tips from a nineteen-year-old American?" Well, yeah, I see where that might come off kind of amusing, but I've actually had a lot of experience with alcohol. So really I'm Mehr like a nineteen-year-old Belgian when it comes...

i think everyone feels the winter blues a bit but i thought Du might like to know to what extent...

a survey found that winter leaves people feeling demotivated, deprived of sleep and irritable;
-Half of Britons suffer from "winter depression" between September and March
-48% of those surveyed believe they suffer from seasonal affective disorder (SAD)
-18% of people eat Mehr than usual to cheer themselves up
-16% find it difficult to sleep
-15% believe winter depression makes them argumentative
-January and February are the most likely months for people to suffer from winter depression, followed...

*I believe in respecting the privacy of others, so my friend's name will just be Angelica*

So I've known this person, Angelica for quite some time. When I first added her on my fanlist, she sent me a message saying hi and we just became Friends that way. She seemed really nice and sweet, I liked her :)

But then, things started to get a little out-of-hand. Angelica somehow got the idea that every time I'm on Fanpop I should talk to her. Whenever I was on, she'd send me a message saying how hurt she was because I didn't send her a message. oder if I didn't reply her messages within five minutes,...

This is an E-Mail that my mother received and I thought that I'd share it with all of you.

A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee.

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first pot she placed carrots, in the Sekunde she placed eggs, and in the last...