Some of them chose to stop eating to shorten their suffering. Hard for me to imagine, but it makes me think that it might be harder for those of us left behind to see the wasting away than for the one who is doing the dying.
Um, yeah. Watched Robin basically waste away (actually, he chose to eat in order to hasten his death. Human body is a weird fucking place, yo). Well, and become a raving madman who had to be on some serious psychotropics. I have definite opinions on the Schiavo case, and they're not kind to her parents.
Sorry, not quite coherent.
Yes, Susan. Don't open the door for the scary dude.
"Voulez vous coucher avec moi?"
That may be all the French you need, erika.
Never do.
my neighbor got very upset I didn't let her workman in once.
But there are crapzillion cases of women dying at the hands of fake "Workmen" and "carpet layers" They could even dispose of me on the way out.
Nuh and uh.
Perhaps I should read more cheerful things.
Aw, Sean, thanks. Me and Lady Marmalade.
Yes, Susan. Don't open the door for the scary dude.
Susan, do I need to send Pete over so he can deliver the "Don't open the door to people you don't know, especially if they look like crazy people!" speech? It's very impressive and stern.
Susan, do I need to send Pete over so he can deliver the "Don't open the door to people you don't know,
So Sir Paul McCartney and Wings were wrong?
(Of course, Paul wasn't a Sir back then....)
If somebody is casing you/ your place, they are more likely to do it when it's bright out.
I read this book "What Cops Know" and it said that. You're relaxed, possibly underdressed...I just never open the door when I'm here alone.
Susan, do I need to send Pete over so he can deliver the "Don't open the door to people you don't know, especially if they look like crazy people!" speech? It's very impressive and stern.
Jilli, can he come give that speech to Joe?
t still shivering over the strange man singing country songs (and talking about how he was raped by the LA County Sheriff) ON MY COUCH when I was 8.5 months pregnant.
No lecture needed, Jilli. Door is shut and locked.
And I'm pretty sure he's gone. Though as soon as I've finished printing out my writing contest entries and feeding Annabel, I was planning to make a Kinko's/post office run. You better believe I'll be on my guard as I leave the house.
This is generally a good neighborhood, but there's a little scrap of empty land belonging to the city electric utility about half a block away where we all kinda suspect nefarious stuff of various kinds, mostly involving drugs, goes on late at night. When some people actually camped there for several days, we called the police, but there's not much you can do when it's just people parked there for a little while at night.
Okay, I'm installing a peephole this weekend. Pinky swear.
