I can't believe the news
I can't believe it, I can't do this again, it's like a rotten joke, I don't want to hear another word abt it, good thing I'm at home studying now, easier to avoid everyone maybe talking abt it, I cannot believe the news, FUCK FUCK FUCK!
Labels: Uzi my Tig
posted by Lioness @ 8:12 pm
16 furballs
16 Comments:
You can come out now, it didn't happen. Or perhaps not: studying is good for you, or at least useful in the short term.
the "perhaps not" was related to staying indoors with the books, not to that which did not happen.
You mean no T? But a huge E right? Still in denial, still staying clear of it, back to viruses.
I don't know how crass I sound, but would you like some extra milky hot chocolate? I'm sorry I'm so useless today. *hugs*
Huh. My comment vanished. It was something terrifically supportive and consoling, like "Yes."
Hard times, when the fact that an earthquake has only killed a few hundred people is good news.
Lots of love, dear --
File under me me me: I just noticed that you added my blog to the "promise" section. Wow, how flattering, thanks very much. Now I feel like I'm playing with the big kids :-)
Oh a chance to educate the masses! They're titles from my favourite Chaim Potok's books, no special significance attached to he titles. No wait. ABSOLUTELY significant, yes. Udge, brace yourself: YOU HAVE ARRIVED. For shizzle.
I am so sorry you have to have the scab ripped off again. Know I am thinking about you. Sorry it took so long to post a comment. I have been unable to access your comments section for a couple of days. Damn Blogger. Yours isn't the only one. Anyway, just wanted to let you know one more person cares. Alot.
Likewise. This goddamn Blogger setup has been, shall we say, less than cooperative.
And I even had something witty and uplifting to say, something apt and redemptive and shit. Which I promptly forgot while it took all of seven decades for this--godless--luckless--indecent --internet--chump to load up. [sputters, wipes spit from face, breathing slows.]
So. Yes. Also thinking of you, and also studiously avoiding the news,
pjs
I can FINALLY post!
I know. When I heard the news I thought of you. Just an uber shitty reminder for you.
I can finally post (I know it's been said). Blogger just needs to quit acting like a subborn two-year old.
When I saw the news, I thought of you. I'm sorry to have the reminders keep coming. Sending you lots and lots of hugs and can't wait to give you a big hug in person.
Love,
Beth
I thought of you the minute I heard the news. I'm glad it wasn't as bad as they inicially thought but it is still so sad and scary.
Hugs to you my friend!
(It took so long for Blogger's comment window to come up that I almost forgot what I wanted to say.) I don't watch the news any more, so believe it or not your post was the first I heard about that thing. Then I had to turn on the news to find out what you were talking about. Ouch!
It must have scared you so badly when you hearda bout it Johnny. I am so sorry.
Oh, sweetie, I thought about you as well, when I heard the news. I am sending you virtual hugs, okay? And I got my passport so soon I will be able to give you real hugs.
Much love. I'll be thinking of you.
damn the news! what was it all about?
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