Lorilei
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First year without a dad, so sending double day's thanks to Manu's dad.

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First year without a dad, so sending double day's thanks to Manu's dad.
Radiohead, this ancient wench can only dream to make you laugh, as you do me.
Many times, I have not answered questions that were asked directly of me.
Sometimes, there are so many aspects involved, I feel overwhelmed when I am prompted to give a quickly produced response. My orderly thought process jams up.
I would be better off, asking to be given time to mull it over.
Somet things are multi- level, and are difficult to pin down.
(yikes, I feel as if there is an element of the entity, in my own posting style. aieeee)
Radiohead, this ancient wench can only dream to make you laugh, as you do me.
Many times, I have not answered questions that were asked directly of me.
Sometimes, there are so many aspects involved, I feel overwhelmed when I am prompted to give a quickly produced response. My orderly thought process jams up.
I would be better off, asking to be given time to mull it over.
Somet things are multi- level, and are difficult to pin down.
(yikes, I feel as if there is an element of the entity, in my own posting style. aieeee)
Aand you're back on iggy, Des.
Aglao might pick on me too, but at least she's entertaining.
God you're thick.
You're not even able to detect the differences.
You constantly try to attack my personna (you constantly try to invade my personal space).
Whereas their "insults" (calling me a retarded moron or a smelly paki and other lovelies) are just about the superficial veneer that they think they see. So water on a duck's back. Minus 1-2 creeps, of course.
And besides, calling each other moron is GB lingo for "Hi, how are you, nice weather".
He's awesome. His whole family is fantastic.
You know, around Mother's Day, the subject of moms came up with an acquaintance. I joked that I was an orphan at 44, and she was all condolences etc. But I told her (and I really felt) that is was no biggie - it's complicated, but I'm actually fine, got great friends and Manu and a very full and busy life. About half an hour after we parted, out of nowhere I dropped into this deep implacable sadness. It's like it hit me - I'll never see my mom or my dad ever again. Then I arrived home to a crap-ton of work and busyness, which totally lifted me up again. Forgot about it totally until right now.
I don't think of myself as someone who hides their feelings, buries their pain. I've always considered myself someone who deals with issues - personal and otherwise - logically and upfrontedly (not a word, I know). But I think maybe I do bury stuff, stuff it down, without even realizing I do it. And when very bad things happen (very rarely, I've been extremely lucky in this regard, knock on wood), there's a few tears and then I'm fine and stoic until weeks or months later - when something triggers it and BLAM it's like being hit by a car for 15 minutes or so. Then it's gone again.
I'm not saying this for sympathy or anything, because I'm not sure it's especially sympathetic. It's just weird. I'm weird. I dunno.
He's awesome. His whole family is fantastic.
You know, around Mother's Day, the subject of moms came up with an acquaintance. I joked that I was an orphan at 44, and she was all condolences etc. But I told her (and I really felt) that is was no biggie - it's complicated, but I'm actually fine, got great friends and Manu and a very full and busy life. About half an hour after we parted, out of nowhere I dropped into this deep implacable sadness. It's like it hit me - I'll never see my mom or my dad ever again. Then I arrived home to a crap-ton of work and busyness, which totally lifted me up again. Forgot about it totally until right now.
I don't think of myself as someone who hides their feelings, buries their pain. I've always considered myself someone who deals with issues - personal and otherwise - logically and upfrontedly (not a word, I know). But I think maybe I do bury stuff, stuff it down, without even realizing I do it. And when very bad things happen (very rarely, I've been extremely lucky in this regard, knock on wood), there's a few tears and then I'm fine and stoic until weeks or months later - when something triggers it and BLAM it's like being hit by a car for 15 minutes or so. Then it's gone again.
I'm not saying this for sympathy or anything, because I'm not sure it's especially sympathetic. It's just weird. I'm weird. I dunno.
at short notice.I'm not saying this for sympathy or anything, because I'm not sure it's especially sympathetic. It's just weird. I'm weird. I dunno.
I totally understand this. I became an orphan at age 31. And that's ok for a myriad of reasons. I've blossomed since then and been able to live and to feel free.
But FFS, I am sitting here and drinking wine and crying off and on. Which is my least favorite thing to do.
Will reiterating you have sexiest av on Lit help?
Mum died when I was 19, very unexpectedly. My dad same when I was 31. My mum was the sweetest nicest person I ever knew. All my friends thought so too. My old man could do anything he puts his mind to.
Gees, now I'm wiping my eyes!
I listened in on a discussion on voices utilized, when reading a book. One participant said they avoided listening to the author/authoress's voice, because they preferred the voice chosen by their own subconscious.
Pie! Apple preferably.
Jack Kerouac said you can live on black coffee and apple pie. I see no reason to doubt him. Or at least life would not be worth living without black coffee and apple pie.
You keep and keep asking me why I'm so privy about my personal info, Des.
Very simple:
I don't trust you guys, and I wouldn't put it beneath a few of you to compile my personal details in order to do some damage to my real life. As you would with other posters that you can't stand.
Many times, I have not answered questions that were asked directly of me.
Sometimes, there are so many aspects involved, I feel overwhelmed when I am prompted to give a quickly produced response. My orderly thought process jams up.
I would be better off, asking to be given time to mull it over.
Some things are multi- level, and are difficult to pin down.
Like your good friends Lance and Ishtard?