The social networking profile of a person who has died, creating an unsentimental public self-memorial, a frozen and uncensored snapshot of the person they wanted to show to the world.
Online ghosts are commonly used as public memorials by friends and family, posting messages to the deceased for weeks, sometimes even months or years after their death.
Also, a song by Tom Smith, popular Filksinger, winner of the Pegasus Award
I visited Steven's online ghost today and left a comment on his wall. It was good to see him again. I like to read what everyone has written. It's like a support group for those of us he left behind.
another racial slur for black people. They are invisible in the darkness of night hence the term night ghost.
Eddie: Hey John did you see that guy over there?
John: Caught a glimpse of him when he smiled but then he quickly disappeared.
Eddie: Yeah, damn night ghost.
This is the actual definition the other one is silly. He is the nicest guy you will ever meet and he is the sweetest to. Sugar and Spice. He is the best writer! and you can talk to him for hours forgetting how tired you are. He doesnt know the effect he has on people.
Wow I met this awesomeguy when I joined a swim team this year. He was such a Kyle Ghostface killah
The act of losing a condom off the penis of the man into the vagina of the female and retrieving said condom back onto the memeber and continuing intercourse
The two states of being are as a human being, or a hungry ghost. Semi-regularly you need to ask yourself which you are. Sometimes it is human. Others, alas, it is hungry ghost.
The hungry ghost seeks validity outside of themselves. Someone pining for an indifferent ex is a hungry ghost. Someone who arrives alone at 6:30 on Saturday night to a pub is probably a hungry ghost. Obsessive checking of mobile phones, chat sites or networks are clear signs that one is a hungry ghost.
The bestthing to do is just stay home and ride it out. Read a book. Find some good clean fun.
Mate: How are you?
Dumped: I'm a hungry ghost, man.
Mate: What'd ya do last night?
HG: Urg. I hungry ghosted around The Oxford for a few hours, then walked home past her house, and HIS car was there...
Mate: Why'd you call man?! It's just rampant hungry ghostery.