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I desperately need some help and I just know you all are the one's to provide it.

I'm just having one of those weeks. Last night I was plagued by nightmares about a train speeding through a tunnel then becoming derailed just as it pulled into the station. There were people screaming, bleeding, it was horrible. I woke up in a cold sweat and couldn't fall back to sleep.

Now, all day long everything I eat or drink has a funny taste to it and I'm wondering if someon is putting something in my food. I also got the feeling that everyone on the bus this morning was staring at me and whispering about me.

Finally, I log onto BWW.com and there are a lot of Wizard of Oz avatars. I can't help feeling like I am on the outside of an inside joke and that people here are trying to make me feel keft out and persecuted.

What should I do? Have any of you ever felt this way before? What did you do about it? I'm not sure how much more I can take.

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Updated On: 5/4/05 at 04:50 PM

I drink heavily.

And wear my pearls.

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The train in the tunnel dream sounds interesting. I've been having a recurring nightmare where Harvey Korman is chasing me with a salami, trying to force me to taste it, but I don't want to taste it-- I can smell it's gone rancid!

But as Sigmund Freud said to his daughter, "Sometimes a banana is just a banana, Anna."

that is, singlehandedly, the most sexual picture i've seen since...well...since i watched sunny and caleb on SCM last night.

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a pearl necklace, a cherry and a vessel waiting to be filled.

my GOD, that picture could be called 'still-life of robbiej'

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Really RObbie...a cherry? Still?

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Updated On: 5/4/05 at 05:21 PM

almost makes you want to sing, doesn't it, Robbie?

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Me?

I walk a little too fast,
And I drive a little too fast,
And I’m reckless it’s true,
But what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?

So I talk a little too much,
And I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud
When I’m out in a crowd,
So that people are apt to stare!

Do they know, do they care, that it’s only
That I’m lonely and low as can be?
And the smile on my face
Isn’t really a smile at atll!

So I smoke a little too much,
And I drink a little too much,
And the tunes I request
Are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare!

So I go at a maddening pace,
And I pretend that it’s taking your place.
But what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?

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Orion -- back to your original question and your Pam F thread -- dear, it seems to me like you need a new dealer -- your stuff is cut with something nasty!

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Cherry isn't a metaphor.

I use it as one might use a feminine hygiene product.

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different product.

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For Namo...

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