My my, much to catch up on:
Sending ~ma to Morgana.
Tom, I agree with everyone that the years where you feel good about yourself will provide you your best years, age be damned.
I myself never really thought about my "best years," whether behind or before me. OK, not true. I hated high school and promised myself that my best years were still ahead of me. But as life has gone on, good and bad years have been more determined by the health and well being of those around me, not my age.
Speaking of, msbelle I am so sorry that it's been so hard for you. I have been there, back when my mom was ill, so I know that feeling of not having any time for me and my own needs. Whatever little space you can carve out for yourself, please do it. And know that there is lots of love for you.
Can you add something to the salad, msbelle? Maybe cheese or avocado? or ham?
I will say that there is nothing, NOTHING, that would make be be willing to relive 42. But so far, 43 has been pretty good.
Happy birthday, Vortex!
I just realized that Tom was not wandering around Colonial Williamsburg lamenting his lost youth...
Ha! But what a great visual.
Yo Should I Dump This Asshole?
This cracked me up:
Anonymous asked: Yo, I'm not in a relationship because everyone's ended up being kinda sexist or racist or some other kind of douche. Is it worth it even trying?
OF COURSE, LOVE IS THE NECTAR THAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING
Just kidding, you know I’m all for giving the fuck up.
Is it bad that this cracked me up?
Whitey Bulger is less a stab right in the gut than the two year old.
This is why I was so confused until I clicked through!
I don't even think that I've ever heard of Whitey, but I sure knew the story of the toddler Bulger.
This is why I was so confused until I clicked through!
I know!
Though I did know what Williamsburg we were talking about.
That's because you were in the Commonwealth in 1993, not Boston. (Right?)
That's because you were in the Commonwealth in 1993, not Boston. (Right?)
Not unless there's something about Michigan you're not telling me.
(Actually, it was half and half)
