mthor

Be careful what you wish for...

She's probably got the right idea. You need to just hang it up and get yourself a blow-up doll.

It puts the lotion on its skin...

You know, the weirder the nonsense you post, the more I'm convinced that you're a 52 year old accountant, married, with two kids, a dog, and an aquarium in your pleasant split level ranch in the suburbs, and that you're just trolling all of us. If you disappear late March/early April, my suspicions will be confirmed.

Yes, indeed. A massive yawn is what your profile induced. Of course, being innocuous and boring is probably a good way to get new specimens for your body farm...

Just for the record, I didn't request a rants folder. In fact, I questioned the need for a rants group on nodebb. Rants had died a slow lingering death on lithium months before we moved; I think that the only two users left who still considered themselves ranters were Arrem and me, from opposite ends of the spectrum. Arrem gave up and left, I accepted the fact that rants was dead and moved on (call me a masochist, but I enjoy the company here.) Don't get me wrong: it's nice to have a folder for heated discussion, and I'm kind of tickled to be able to continue the tradition of Haters/Complainers, but I don't think that it was a must-have. Maybe under the reorganization, it'll fare a little better., but we'll see...this is, after all, a work in progress.

Oh, come on - you have to give the police a little bit of a challenge.

When did drinking socially and drinking constantly become the same thing? After all, sneaking it into work and not offering any to your co-workers isn't very social. Also, I'm old and tired, but if I read a profile like that for a guy in my age group, I'd disregard him as a hopeless lump of protoplasm who's going to spend all his time on the couch. If it looks that way to me, how are energetic young women going to look at it? Also, the whole "don't you lie to me" thing sounds rather petulant, especially considering how blah the rest of your profile is. I did a rant some years ago called "Hates Games/Loves to Cuddle." I wish I'd saved it; you probably would have found it helpful.

Just say the word, baby...

Except for the clowns.

I wouldn't be surprised - aren't a lot of the aerial and tightrope acts usually families? All I can think of is the Wallendas, and I don't know if the were ever with Barnum and Bailey, but they used to have multiple family members performing on the wire all at the same time.

Damn, another part of my childhood gone. That's sad...and now there'll be all those unemployed clowns roaming the streets...

The message can be anything you want, but it's still going to smell the same.

God damn, I am so sick of being sick. I see the surgeon on Tuesday, and I swear to Christ if she doesn't come at me with a scalpel within 48 hours of my appointment, I'll prop up an anatomy book and take out the mother fucker myself.

How about never? There's nothing quite so repellent as the scent of desperation.

So that would mean, like all the time?

And when I see the headlines about your arrest, I'm going to tell everybody I know that I saw it coming.

Again, thanks and much <3 to all of you for the kind thoughts and good wishes. It really helps, especially while I'm sitting here playing the waiting game and just wanting to get something done.

The sun goes up, the sun goes down, the sky is blue, the grass is green, and fuggs is fuggs. She's a wonderful touchstone of constancy in a world in flux. And I'd rather hear her plans for dancing on Dylann Roof's grave than see her post nudes or her tongue full of klonopin

Troll on, baby!

God, now I know I'm in rough shape - I don't even feel like arguing. Thanks, Viper - I'm just going to appreciate the sentiment behind your suggestion and let it go at that.

wacky1980[/member] <3 And <3 to all you guys.

Drinking

Thanks for the support, guys - I may not know your names or faces, but you mean a lot to me, and it helps more than you know to know you're behind me.

It's been kind of a shitty weekend. I had a CT scan last week - I've been having a lot of issues with my gut since Thanksgiving, to the point where I've lost about 25 lbs. Got the results Friday, and it looks like I'm going to be gone for a while - I have a large mass in my abdomen that in all probability is ovarian cancer. (All right, so it is ovarian cancer, I just kind of keep hoping, despite the fact that I have a copy of the of the CT report and have read over it several times, that it's just a really big-ass cyst). Anyway, things are going to get crazy starting today. I have some more testing to be done, there's a lot of paperwork to take care of , and I have to pack myself and the cats to travel on Tuesday - I can't see the specialist I need to or get the surgery done in my immediate area, so I'm going to be staying with one daughter (the cats are going to the other daughter's) - since they live where said specialist would be available. And hopefully, by this time in a week or 10 days, I'll be post-op. Got to say, I'm basically pretty terrified. The diagnosis sucks to begin with, and although it's either stage III or IV, they don't do the actual staging until they do the surgery and biopsy lymph nodes and such, so I don't know whether I'm looking at fair-to-middling or dismal as an outcome. (Good, as far as I could tell, is not generally an option) So, do me a favor - if you believe in anything, say a prayer, light a candle, sacrifice a goat, or just cross your fingers for me; I'm going to need all the help I can get. See you on the other side, wherever that might be.