I thought the coffin was already in the ground.
Tell my lizard brain that.
'Serenity'
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I thought the coffin was already in the ground.
Tell my lizard brain that.
God will be your airbag.
This needs to be on a bumper sticker.
{{Jen}} That's got to be hard. Ack, my comforting words are not coming out right, so I'm gonna leave it at the brackets.
Cass, I'm sorry you got hit with this. But you're doing fine. Feel sad, but don't feel like his actions are some sort of judgment on yours.
Or people who honk at cars that don't turn right on red fast enough.
Oh that drives me batty! Turning right on red is optional! Optional! And when I get beeped at I will sit there until the light turns green and wave happily at the beeper. I'm a brat that way.
Oh wait, I missed this bit. I would totally honk at you for that. And cuss. And probably make faces. And honk again.
God will be your airbag.
OMG! Dad and I used something similar to this in an analogy about his driver's ed classes and biology classes including ID. Something like "While I may personally believe God will be my seatbelt. It's not the law, and not something I should teach in class."
Tell my lizard brain that.
Dear Jen's Lizard Brain,
When you're not getting riled up by pretty boys in eyeliner and pretty girls with soft delicious bellies, you may occasionally be startled by emotional spasms from the past. Please disregard these reflexive core-deep flinches. It is a sad bit of muscle memory from the muscle we call the heart, and floods the body with the melancholia. It is just a sad reflex.
With that in mind, please get back to the sexual excitement and the drooling over tasty vegan dishes.
Thanks ever so,
Jen's Friend, David
t makes Jen fresh pesto
t makes out with Jen
cc's own lizard brain, though not a Lizard brain because its punctuation would be better and there'd be more girls.
Can it stop being Monday yet?
Aimee, I'm on my way.