Can I just say, and I'm just being honest...

[Edwardo Piet]

Wow. That's awesome!

Both my grandpas died at 50 well before I was born. I hope my lifespan will be more like your grandpa's and not like mine

[The Industrial Atheist]

CIJS
H-You were so much younger than me. I was in my early 30's and you were barely old enough to be in the Church Young Adult Group. I handled the situation by doing absolutely nothing. I was distant without trying and distant on purpose. With how many times my friends made subtle but not so subtle comments there was no mistaking what was going on. I think it may have had more to do with the fact that I was one of two single guys there than the possibility that I'm like a George Clooney or something. Some of the distance I couldn't help because of what I was going through at the time. I didn't want to be a perv. That more than anything is why I handled things the way I did. Someone with more experience would've handled things better and been able to convey his lack of interest clearly while also being kind.

Sorry if I was an ass.

[Jello]

CIJS;

I'm sorry, Duster. We tried our best, and it wasn't enough.

Sounds like you have endured a loss. Sorry to hear. Is Duster a hamster by chance? 
Either way sorry for your loss. 

He was a cat we adopted after we found him wandering about lost. We tried to find his owners to no avail, so we adopted him.

He passed away this week.

[Joods]

Sounds like you have endured a loss. Sorry to hear. Is Duster a hamster by chance? 
Either way sorry for your loss. 

He was a cat we adopted after we found him wandering about lost. We tried to find his owners to no avail, so we adopted him.

He passed away this week.

[Cyberman]

CIJS
I don't even feel the lies anymore.

[Mystical]

Sorry to hear Duster the cat went gone. At least he had a good hamster Master to keep him happy in his life. 😚😙❤


Cyberman. Cyberwomen dont have hearts.

[vorlon13]

CIJS;

yes, as a matter of fact, I do want it both ways. I want to keep having a shit hemorrhage when addicts I know die of/from their addictions

-and-

I fully acknowledge some that are still living are nevertheless a fucking lost cause and I don't give a shit about them other than they are taking too fucking long to fucking die


looking at you D, ain't none of us, from your relatives to your friends (mostly enemies now since you FUCK everybody these days) to those you know in the 12 Step orbit deserving of your fucking shit rollercoaster of a failed life.

It's time to for you to die. Hope you score some fucking lethal carfentanil . . .



soon.

[Mystical]

CIJS

Sometimes I like a post so much I unkudos it just so I can kudos it agains.

[J a c k]

- “Mexican women are so dramatic! When a Spanish woman gets raped, she gets up and continues with her life. Mexicans dwell in the past like pussies!” That to me is half an admission of guilt. I believe every word she says and I hope you can never come back to your country to visit. Hide away in your new land all you want. You no longer have a family. You are dead to us.

- I love deeply. My kids. My family. My cats. My clients. My people. My race. My friends. My space. I don’t forget I love you when I need to step away. I might seem cold when I pretend to ignore you. I’m not. I still love you. I just desperately and profoundly need time and space to recharge. To think. To take my pieces back, put them together, and make sure that next time you press your cheek onto mine, I’m still warm human flesh. So, when I seem to put myself away into a tiny box, please know that I do love you, and I’m keeping my ugly private, so you can only remember me by what you see when I’m alive. I prefer a closed casket.

- From here to there, I run my finger softly noting every single curve and -swoosh swoosh- reality rocks back and forth. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s a beautiful dream and dreams are meant to be fantastic. You think specks of time diminish what I’ve said before? You’re smarter than that, yo. I’m a forever visitor of those rocks that I watched from my window, and when I sit here and look up at the pompous radiance of that head... it takes me back to this. Here are my fingers, honey. My eyes are closed. It’s a burlesque show going on in my head and it’s alright, because it gives me words, and I have deadlines. You do yo thang. I’ll still be smiling. Carry on.

[Thumpalumpacus]