What Are You Thinking? Continued 4

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I'm hoping I will stop crying this week. I've done so much grieving and crying this week, I feel like an emotional wreck. Posting on here has been helping me get my mind off of things though, but I miss my brother very much.... :(
 
Well, you know, Thanksgiving is a holiday with a specifically American tradition. We are essentially celebrating shoving aside the people who'd gotten to this continent before us, while at the same time tolerating relatives we barely know. And pumpkin pie. It's really sort of a crazy concept.
 
If you have 12 followers on Tumblr, you’re unpopular. If you have 12 followers in real life, you’re the messiah.
 
I'm hoping I will stop crying this week. I've done so much grieving and crying this week, I feel like an emotional wreck. Posting on here has been helping me get my mind off of things though, but I miss my brother very much.... :(

I totally understand what your going through. Lit was an escape for me. At least somewhat. :rose:
 
I'm hoping I will stop crying this week. I've done so much grieving and crying this week, I feel like an emotional wreck. Posting on here has been helping me get my mind off of things though, but I miss my brother very much.... :(

I totally understand what your going through. Lit was an escape for me. At least somewhat. :rose:

Yes, we're all in this boat together. Lit posting and Lit friends who let us talk. It all helps.

*** hugzzz to you both***
 
If your dog knew you were blaming your farts on them, they would accept the blame and still love you regardless.
 
I'm half asleep, but did someone just mention clams? Suddenly, I'm hungry. I could more easily buy pot around here than get good clams. Not that I would ever, ever buy pot, of course. But if you have clams for sale, pm me! :D
 
Condom and laxative sales must have gone through the roof after the introduction of self-checkout.
 
The truths and beauty of this world are often found on the lips of the quietest of souls.
 
Thinking that my phone battery died several days ago, but then I thought most of the calls I get are crap anyway and that I can just go knock on the doors of most of the people I want to talk to. Anyone who has something truly serious to impart to me can make the effort of writing me a letter if it's important enough to them to express an idea and they still know what a letter is. My stress level seems to have gone down. I may keep this up for a while.
 
Every year, Spooky Scary Skeletons gets revived for a month and then nobody talks about it for the other 11 months.
 
Thinking that I may well be suffering from lowered testosterone, but it may be better for the people around me if I'm not treated for it. :rolleyes:
 
A door I closed long long ago. Not gonna reopen it damn the was hot. It was porn star lvl good. Sigh memories!
 
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