Fuggin' reflux. I should have been asleep 2 hours ago. 
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 Fuggin' reflux. I should have been asleep 2 hours ago.
 (November 10, 2017 at 7:55 am)paulpablo Wrote: toast tastes so fucking good. It does, weirdly enough. I've never understood that. Plain bagels, too, but my tummy can get it's fill.
"For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring." - Carl Sagan
 (November 10, 2017 at 7:55 am)paulpablo Wrote: toast tastes so fucking good. In the recovery area after my gall bladder surgery you need to eat something and not puke to be released. Was offered toast, and Jesus Fucking Christ was it good !! Might have been the anesthetic or the narcotics, but I really enjoyed it. Nurse brought a second portion. I hadn't eaten for way over 24 hours before procedure and was really hungry too. Nom nom nom !!! The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
Something that's been bugging me for a while:
Do all native Ohians end most sentences with "'kay?" or is it just a weird verbal tick of my cousin's longtime boyfriend? Because he literally talks like: "So, I went down to the store, 'kay? And I saw one of the other guys from the firehouse, 'kay? And he was driving a new truck, 'kay?" 
Are they related to Bill Hicks?
 
I often wonder how big I really am in reality. I like to think of myself as Eiffel tower sized
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The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
Holiday edition:
I find it funny that a lot of Christmas media revolves around some kid having a crisis of faith regarding the existence of Santa Claus. Like, a kid no longer believing in him is some sort of tragic loss of innocence, and that faith in something that doesn't exist is still beneficial. I deduced that Santa wasn't real when I was somewhere around 4 or 5. I figured that Santa didn't really work for Hasbro or Mattel, and the penmanship on the gift tags was identical with my mom's. And when I came to that revelation, I wasn't sad. I just shrugged, because I knew I would still get gifts anyway.  (December 13, 2017 at 4:28 pm)KevinM1 Wrote: I deduced that Santa wasn't real when I was somewhere around 4 or 5. I figured that Santa didn't really work for Hasbro or Mattel, and the penmanship on the gift tags was identical with my mom's. And when I came to that revelation, I wasn't sad. I just shrugged, because I knew I would still get gifts anyway. I figured out what was going on at age 7 when I noticed my requested toy drum kit sitting on a high shelf in the garage. Pretty sure Santa didn't need to rent storage space from my parents if he had a huge workshop at the North Pole.  RE: Random Thoughts
December 14, 2017 at 1:05 pm
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Never would have thought that people have to even argue for the right to stay dead after their own funeral. That's amazingly strange and stupid.
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