by ɹǝƃƃolquǝʞoʇ on December 15, 2009
…article I might be a manipulator.
NOT.
If I could selectively control my memory I would do a much better job of it. Like, firstly, I’d forget every bad thing that ever happened and affected me in a negative way. I got a million of those.
I would forget what different pains feel like.
I wouldn’t forget when a [...]
by ɹǝƃƃolquǝʞoʇ on November 25, 2009
Like I did today. I heard an old Joni Mitchell song and it made me think of my Mom.
And I missed her.
I don’t know why a Joni Mitchell song would bring such a strong feeling of my Mom to the surface. She didn’t even listen to Joni Mitchell.
It was Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, and Kris [...]
by ɹǝƃƃolquǝʞoʇ on September 11, 2009
… were home alone the past two days and I wasn’t sick! She is recovering from her spay surgery. Hump. We all should recover so well. I’ve had to crate her a few times because she was getting too rowdy (playing with Mini or Gracie) and I was afraid she would rip open her stitches. [...]
by ɹǝƃƃolquǝʞoʇ on June 29, 2009
Read this: How to Moonwalk like Michael
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by ɹǝƃƃolquǝʞoʇ on May 10, 2009
…in September.
I’ve not made up my mind yet.
I did tell Renee that I’d go for her, in case she needed moral support, but honestly — she’s the bravest person I’ll ever know. I’d just be being there because she can so take care of herself.
Is there anyone I want to see?
Idunno.
I’ve been trying to think [...]
by ɹǝƃƃolquǝʞoʇ on February 25, 2009
Which is at the top of your suffering list…
I’m sitting in a Charbucks at the KY Clinic waiting for an appointment with my PCP. We’re gonna talk migraines and ingrown toenails. I think.
I’ve never had an ingrown toenail so I don’t know if that is what the problem is. It’s sore and numb at the [...]
by ɹǝƃƃolquǝʞoʇ on February 19, 2009
I think I might be.
My Gramma on my father’s side was a clever woman. She could sew the dickens out of anything, by hand or machine. She knitted and crocheted. She cooked like a professional and kept house at just the right amount needed (not too tidy so that pholks thought nobody lived there). She [...]