you’ll hate em
you’ll hate me
I need you take em
’cause I’m wrong maybe
you’ll hate em
All my lab accidents lead to super powers that can’t be weaponized. For every “can read minds” or “super strength” there’s a million of us that can “hear the color yellow” or “clairvoyant only regarding the location of hidden turnips.”
There are no known unowned gnomes. Nor are there any unknown owned gnomes. No gnomes at all, really.
This world is beginning to gray for me a bit.
I’d thought I was OK, but that feeling has begun to pass.
The days where my daughters are gone are empty and meaningless.
I live like an animal in my house, using only three rooms and one of them is the commode.
I eat WAY too many raisins; I’m regular in a strictly biological sense.
I get headaches from the nitrates, but the bag of raisins is a convenient way to gain weight back.
I was HOT two years ago. I swear it is true! It didn’t do me any good then.
I am growing horizontally again.
Its not a plain plane, but a plane that I spread myself over. The smear a passing man makes if you leave the shutter open too long.
Too bad I’ve no sparklers here.
my cat is MAGIC.
I swear to GOD he ran out of the house when I let the dog in.
I ran out and called his name a few times, went and got my flashlights, wandered around a little, and then came back in.
I left the light on the back porch and opened the blinds so I can look out and see him if he comes back.
And no sooner do I sit down than he walks in the family room from the kitchen, sits down, and looks out the open blinds at the back yard.
HOW THE F*&K did he get back inside?!?
|Abigail: Hi, my name is Abigail. Thank you for contacting Sirius XM. How may I help you?|
|SafeT: Hello, Abigail. I can’t seem to remember my online username and password for your streaming service.|
|Abigail: I will help you with that information. May I have your phone number please?|
|SafeT: My number is 248-555-1212*|
|Abigail: Thank you. May I have the radio ID please?|
|SafeT: It is my car. It’s cold out, I’m in my pajamas, and I don’t want to go out there.|
|SafeT: If I thought it would answer, I’d yell at it from the second story window.|
|SafeT: But in my experience it only responds to force.|
|Abigail: Okay, Joseph.Please give me a moment.|
The picture above, needless to say, is from our wedding day in the year 2000.
On what do you base it, how can you justify the level you have had and should you try to change it?
We should revisit this, maybe, but I’m struggling with a personal rough patch and want to look at what I’ve lost and whether it was as important as originally thought.
Part of the difficulty is that the very idea of self esteem is suspect to me. Its closely related to pridefulness, and feels addictive. Anytime you come down off of high-esteem you can be crowded by insecurities so heavily that you begin to suspect that self esteem is just a mask to cover up the weaknesses and failings that have gone unacknowledged and unaddressed in your life. You immediately seek to build that self-esteem back up so you can recapture the good feelings that went along with it. Maybe its not valid or earned pleasure, and its a web that mires you in place and prevents forward motion–whatever that might mean to you.
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So very rude that I will masticate it.