I don't want Cheney to die just yet because I want him to be convicted of war crimes.
It's possible I'm being too naive here....
Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
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I don't want Cheney to die just yet because I want him to be convicted of war crimes.
It's possible I'm being too naive here....
Would you prefer to have your humiliation delivered?
In-house, baby.
Er, I should hasten to explain that I don't mean abusive-humiliation. I mean sexy-humiliation, and yes, it's a Thing.
With everything your Father has been through
Part of me REALLY wants to call him and tell him to meet me at the hospital.
"oh, it's not that bad of a heart attack, I'll just drive to the hospital..."
Yeah, uh, I was figuring I'd drive myself.
Seriously.
What? I am my father's daughter!
It's possible I'm being too naive here....
I'm afraid you'll have to settle for myocardial infarction.
Infarct you, Cheney!
(See how I indulged my inner 10 y.o. there?)
Andi, your post broke my heart. I don't want to diminish your struggles, but I have to disagree wholeheartedly about one part. You're really beautiful. And I have high standards and do not give out comments on exterior beauty very often. So.
Er, I should hasten to explain that I don't mean abusive-humiliation. I mean sexy-humiliation, and yes, it's a Thing.
Hopefully involving neither gas pains or heart problems.
PC, nice hangup story. Also, why I could never ever be a sales person or a telephone solicitor, omg.
You've got to be reeeeeally perky. And not take it personally.
The new episode of Axe Cop is up, and I grabbed the tagline before anyone else could!
Dammit! That was my favorite line.
"oh, it's not that bad of a heart attack, I'll just drive to the hospital..."
Hey, Hubby did that!
Possibly the biggest suck of heart problems is that you start wondering if EVERYTHING is your heart betraying you, or thinking of betraying you, or just playing ding-dong-ditch.
I have asthma, and when my chest starts feeling wonky, I get to play, "Lungs or heart, lungs or heart? OK, Mr. Inhaler, make the call."
When you can't trust your own fucking body, you feel really alone.
How can the man be in the hospital for heart problems when HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE? What, is his rock faulty?When Daniel mentioned it, he said, "Cheney's in the hospital for chest pains." I responded, "I note you carefully did not say 'heart problems'."
please know that there are a shit-ton of folks who love you just the way you are.
People here are being so kind to me. This totally makes me cry for reasons that do not make me want to fling the computer across the room like a frisbee. I wish there were an easier way to express myself to get the love and support I need, without trampling on the feelings of others. I wish there were an easy way of saying to lisah and Drew how sorry I am that anything I've done has made them feel other than at home and loved here. Gads, what a mess.
Is there punctuation which adequately expresses flinging oneself into another's arms and weeping? Don't think so, but Wah! javachik!
With everything your Father has been through and the genetic hand you are slowly being dealt I will do nothing but say a prayer of thanks that its gas. I will follow it up with a quick prayer of petition that such pains for you always be gas.
This.
Hey! Just heard from the doctor. Going to the ER. It's literally a couple of blocks from my office, so I am in fact driving.
I will not go through McDonald's drive-thru on the way, though.
I eagerly await your all-clear Steph.
I am glad you know it takes a medical professional to give it.
If one of them gives you a weight lecture in the middle of a (potential) crisis I'm unleashing Katie Bee on his/her ass.