I don't know why, but I'm absolutely shocked about David Carradine. He killed Bill! Sorry. But why does it seem hanging is so popular among male suicides? That can't be pleasant at all. And seriously, why would anyone choose this way to go? I've never been suicidal (yet), but I would think pills or pulling a Cobain would be much less torturous. Why the hell am I talking about this still?
If you're bored like me and ever doubted text messenging didn't play a valuable role in our society today, you just have to take a look at this. Some of them are so raunchy and wrong, I easily could've said them myself.
Example:
(510): I woke up to him trying to put his dick in my mouth. When I asked him what he was doing he said he was trying to make me stop snoring...
or
(508): dude, the building's fire alarm was going off for over an hour last night and you didn't move
(617): that's ok, when I'm passed out drunk I'm impervious to flame
one more:
(518): I am at the point in my high where i now know/understand chinese
I'm in love with a website. Warning though; it's a potential time-suck. I spent most of the work day the other day reading until my eyes bled. Totally worth it.
Yeah, work has slowed down for me quite a bit, can you tell? I have a few trainings this month, but after that it's pretty much a two-month lull in between contract years, a lovely time in which we get to tie up loose ends, prepare for the upcoming year as much as is possible and most importantly, use some vacation time. I'm starting to try to narrow down when I might make the Florida run; the week leading up to, or else the one after July 4th are looking like the winners so far. I'm having what almost feels like a physical craving to see and spend some quality time with my loved ones.
I'm pretty sure while maybe not technically depressed right now, (Or hell, maybe I am; I'm not a fucking doctor) I'm suffering from a minor to maybe severe endorphin deficiency. I'm not sitting in a dark corner crying and sucking my thumb, but I don't feel my usual enthusiasm for things. Like breathing. Just kidding. Not really. So beyond mood-altering drugs which aren't readily available and too much of a hassle to try and get, I'm trying to do things to trigger some happies. Watching comedy. Reading David Sedaris. Planning a trip. Freaking exercising. Reading a stupidly funny new website - hey, whatever works, right? Right.
One thing I'm pretty thankful for - my roots are like two and a half inches grown out and they're still dark brown instead of the gray I was picturing. Pretty rad.
Other than that, Zzzzzz...
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Believe me, that's the first thought that crossed my mind too. Didn't that guy from INXS do it this way too?
I know orgasms are fun, but at what cost?
okay, I'm so behind I don't know what happened to David Carradine.
Yes, about the root situation. I let my hair grow out about 2 inches and I found out that my gray pattern will be 2 stripes on the sides and some coming in at the top in front. I looked like a Furbie. Be very thankful. I'm only a year older than you!
PS: I vote for the week after July 4th ;)
I'm slightly younger than you are and I have a shi-ton of gray hairs.
There's a waiting period for guns and leather belts are readily available? I don't know. I could get totally morbid about the reasons why one might choose one over the other...but I won't.
It's a shame either way. :(
On a lighter note:
"(919): so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog."
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
And, no, I didn't submit mine from the other morning. ;)
Ug, I know. I assume it's because it's the way that can be done with the least aforethought, spontaneously late at night, and with the less chance of a stomach pumping ruining everything.
How are my texts getting published like that?
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