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Insane Writer
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Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: On the border of my Outer Circle of Thought
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Oct 7th, 2008, 11:17 PM
I really want to work up the courage to donate blood, but I'm terrified of needles/things being inserted through my skin. Plus, my Mom had some trouble with donating blood a while ago and I'm worried that might happen to me too.
Oh, and after a blood donation at my high school, I heard stories like "They kept missing the vein". Dang if I'm going to lay there while they take multiple attempts to shove something in my arm that I don't even want there.
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"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "The Babel fish proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't." "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.
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