BasicsName: Mikey Age: 17 Gender: Male Occupation: Busser @ Chili's Status: Single Details * I DO NOT USE THIS! FIND ME ON FACEBOOK! *
If the ghost orchid was really only a phantom it was still such a bewitching one that it could seduce people to pursue it year after year and mile after miserable mile. If it was a real flower I wanted to keep coming back to Florida until I could see one. The reason was not that I love orchids. I don’t even especially like orchids. What I wanted was to see this thing that people were drawn to in such a singular and powerful way. Everyone I was meeting connected to the orchid poaching had circled their lives around some great desire - Laroche had his crazy inspirations and orchid lovers had their intense devotion to their flowers and the Seminoles had their burning dedication to their history and culture - a desire that then answered questions for them about how to spend their time and their money and who their friends would be and where they would travel and what they did when they got there. It was religion. I wanted to want something as much as people wanted these plants, but it isn’t part of my constitution. I think people my age are embarrassed by too much enthusiasm and believe that too much passion about anything is naive. I suppose I do have one unembarrassing passion - I want to know what it feels like to care about something passionately. That night I called Laroche and told him I had just come back from looking for ghost orchids in the Fakahatchee but that I had seen nothing but bare roots. I said I was wondering whether perhaps the only place the ghost orchid bloomed was in the imagination of people who’d walked too long in the swamp. What I didn’t say was that strong feelings always make me skeptical at first. What else I didn’t say was that his life seemed to be filled with things that were just like the ghost orchid - wonderful to imagine and easy to fall in love with but a little fantastic and fleeting and out of reach. The Oracle of StarbucksPersonality type: High Maintenance. You pride yourself on being assertive and direct; everyone else thinks you're bossy and arrogant. You're constantly running your mouth about topics that only you would find interesting. Your capacity for wasting other people's time is limitless. Your friends find you intolerable, that's why they're plotting to kill you. Also drinks: Water. Bottled, chilled, with four ice cubes, a twist of lemon, in a crystal glass. Can also be found at: Trendy martini bars
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Me gusta usted esposado en la cama, i looked up wut i like you handcuffed in bed is n thats wut the computer said, the spanish/english dictionary said manillas was handcuffs but thats wut the computer gave, lol. =P
he is. he only gave me one shift for this week. so im picking up two days. tomorrow night, so i work with you. and thurday the day shift cause we get out at 12. so yea. im def getting another job.
i didnt even know you had one. i dont even know how i found yours, ha. well i did. and i love yours. when do you work this week? i miss working with you!
MIKEYYY!! i wuva you!!<3 yeah yeah. i love this new setup. it looks cute. i feel like im at ikea. and the music is even more amazing. si si. your page, always gooood.
Oh thats awesome. I'm going back sometime around then too hopefully. I loved it. It was so pretty and all the buildings were modern and the curves of the buildings, I definitely fell in love with it.
Name: Mikey
Personality type: High Maintenance. You pride yourself on being assertive and direct; everyone else thinks you're bossy and arrogant. You're constantly running your mouth about topics that only you would find interesting. Your capacity for wasting other people's time is limitless. Your friends find you intolerable, that's why they're plotting to kill you.
