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Every day, and by our last deed, men choose whether to lead a good life or not. You're only as good as the last thing you do. So deliberate over every decision you make; as it might be the one for which you're judged.


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Mar. 13th, 2008 06:01 pm (UTC)
Wow, deep thoughts. And by MY last deed, basically.... I suck.

/Hell, via my own handbasket.
Mar. 13th, 2008 06:05 pm (UTC)
Hop out of the basket, and do something good. The good deed, then, will become your last. Forgive yourself for making an error and learn from it. :)
Mar. 13th, 2008 06:33 pm (UTC)
then i guess i should be glad i put paprika on the cheeken, because, dang, that was some yummy cheeken
Mar. 13th, 2008 06:48 pm (UTC)
I lurves me some barnyard pimp.
Mar. 13th, 2008 07:12 pm (UTC)
LOL haven't heard that one before.
Mar. 13th, 2008 07:22 pm (UTC)
One of my faves :D
Mar. 13th, 2008 07:24 pm (UTC)
Good thought :D
Mar. 13th, 2008 07:56 pm (UTC)
I think so. I believe honesty in intentions counts also in this whole spectrum of do-gooding. :)
Mar. 13th, 2008 10:15 pm (UTC)
ugh, that is SO TRUE!

continuing that thought... every time the latest "college murder case" pops up on TV, or a school shooting.. i always visit the myspace/whatever page of the victim, as i did with most of the virginia tech victims.. just out of sheer curiosity.. and it's soo strange/creepy the way the internet is these days. no other generation has ever dealt with this issue, but now, people's myspace/facebook pages, journals, etc are outliving them, and it's as if we leave behind a lasting legacy floating indefinitely in cyberspace. i remember a certain girl who was a VT victim who's page was flooded with bible verses, plans for her future, etc.. something anyone would be proud to leave behind.. and another girl who's page was filled with drunk weekend picture and raunchy quotes. i'm far from the type to judge, but it's sad to know that so many will.. especially in comparison to, say, that other girl's myspace. when you don't know the person, it's hard not to let their stuff define the idea you get of them. it's just crazy to think that whatever we have on the internet could live on long after we do, and that our last updates will paint us in some light (good or bad) to all who view it later. it's weird to think our last entry could REALLY be our last! none of these kids obviously envisioned their friends (and people all over the nation) visiting their page after they're gone (prematurely), and reading things that they never intended to embody who they are.. and yet it does.

yikes. crazy.
Mar. 13th, 2008 11:25 pm (UTC)
Yikes. I did that once, in the case of the Indian boy who opened fire in his school. I've written this before -- and will again -- that everyone get an attorney or assign someone to close up your sites in the event of your death. It's morbid, but it would stop everyone from "looking up your skirt" after such a horrid incident. I do remember how I felt, reading his Myspace, and then wondering "why didn't a teacher or friend tell someone what he was going through?" Everything, all the signs, were there for MONTHS before he acted, and no one did a thing.

Makes me sick to think about. All because no one really gave a shit about him, and it's probably true about the others, too :/
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