Oh, sarameg. Sorry is such a small, inadequate word for that loss, that wrongness. That poor bright boy. His poor parents. All of you who were part of his life.
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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That hurts me, and I don't know him
You're right there are no words for that, sarameg. (((sarameg)))
I don't need hugs. It's tangential to me. If you can, go give to a suicide prevention thingie. Or something.
Right now, it's just helpless helplessness, really. Nothing to be done, nothing perfectly right to say.
Jesus, that's horrible, sara.
OK, in other news, I've been doing some job research via Hustle & Flow, and it seems to be harder out there for a pimp than I was expecting. I'm thinking the hat and degrees might not be all I need after all.
Dude, pimps are online?
Watching the movie Hustle & Flow.
Uh-huh, SURE Jesse. I've seen how you dress.
would you mind changing "What a tortoise?" to "What's a tortoise?"?
Belately changed. No problem.