Thanks, everyone.
I ONLY HAVE A COKE SPOON LEFT. DO NOT FUCK WITH ME UNLESS YOU WANT IT STABBED INTO YOUR BRAINPAN
A thousand times, yes. Also to the forks and knives being all that's left sometimes.
Sound and fury, signifying nothing.
And sometimes, it signifies everything. Both of our coping mechanisms need work. I can be just as cruel when I lash out.
lisa, I wish I could make him understand how this affects me (not to make it all about me, but I think he forgets that my responses are not going to be the same responses he thinks I should have). I'm not the one that's sick, but I'm going through it just the same.
I would love to poach someone else's spoons right now
I would totally go to Costco and buy the industrial size box of spoons for you to steal. Just let me keep enough so that I don't go for the forks and knives.
Pumpkin had gotten into an asstastic mood earlier. Very irritate and mad and bitey whenever I tried to handle her. So I shut her up in my bedroom where she could escape human and feline stimulation. Little while ago, heard much activity up there. Opened the door, she was back to her needy affectionate self.
Time-outs. Good for everyone.
Apparently, cats need spoons too.
There's no cure for AIDS, but I know people diagnosed 20 years ago.
A significant percentage of people with melanoma survive. He has to believe he's going to be in that percentage or there's no point in going through all this. Someone has to be in that percentage, and there's no reason why he can't be.
This is from a sermon given to survivors of the Indonesian tsunami:
"Some of those who went to their morning prayers on that day," the imam cries, "did not pray in the afternoon. This is the lesson for everyone. The tsunami picked up everything and everyone; it called each person by name, deciding whether they would live or die. Regardless of who you are, there is no guarantee of a second day, or hour, or even a second breath. Yesterday is gone; tomorrow is doubtful. We have only the present moment to do good works, to love each other, and to praise God."
This is from a sermon given to survivors of the Indonesian tsunami:
I remain skeptical. Plus he's a bastard.
eta: Oh, I was thinking he was saying people were killed for not doing afternoon prayers. But on reread, I guess not.
Me too. I like the middle of what he is saying. Just not the opening or close.
There were literally flames.
Does my step-mom need to send you a fire extinguisher anonymously? She'll expect a thank you, but it's pretty hilarious.
I'm not the one that's sick, but I'm going through it just the same.
It's not happening to your body, but it's certainly happening to you.
It's not happening to your body, but it's certainly happening to you.
That's such an excellent way to put it.
I'm not a big fan of god, myself, but I like the idea that you live your life the way you're supposed to, because you don't know what the future holds.
