pygmy

Gosh I miss you.

Hope whereever you are, you are doing well and having grand adventures, Miss.

I'm sorry to hear about this turn of events. I'll be sending positive thoughts your way, with hopes of some good luck and (relative) prosperity.

Whoa, holy Xmas fuckwaddery. Hope you're able to replace the things you need quickly. That really sucks about the piano tuning tools, might want to call around to see if they were pawned.

Well i have been lucky enough to be a property owner for a year now and sometimes still cant believe it,i'll wake up in the middle of the night and realise i own the toilet and the carpet,i can paint the walls black and listern to the cure all day of i wish and i never have to fear about rent increases again so i do appreciate what i have and the hard work that went into me getting it.

I kinda know what you mean from a different angle. When I'm traveling or on active duty in the field it's amazing when I come back in and enjoy not living in a tent eating cold prepackaged food or tromping through the woods at night for days on without a shower....primes my appreciative heart pump for friends and family too...makes the regular world in general more bearable for a while.

luxuriating in a nice hotel tonight and then off to sleep in my friend shared home tomorrow.

hoping a good rest and warm and happy hearth home these yuletide holidays!

Never forget that you are loved. And you can call me anytime.

Some disconnected and possibly mutually contradictory thoughts:

I have been in a similar place, though it came new to me. (Perhaps it's like the habit of lying; I became good at that, when I was young. The key to it was not the remembering of my lies, so much as the believing of them. It became too much like hard work to remember them, after a while; and I'd never been happy with it.)

I think that toothpickmoe is probably right, if I've understood him. Don't ever believe you can't change yourself. I edited my sense of humour, in my late teens. I am a much nicer person for it.

I can't say what Lemonkid said; I don't know you well enough. But I do tell you that you're valued.

The cure for my depression, thirteen years ago, was be(com)ing a (single) parent. I found I had to be functional, to give my son a chance. He was four, then. I used him as a lever against myself; if he'd gone from me, I wouldn't have lived five years. He gave me a reason to function. (Some of it, for sure, was anger at my in-laws' offer to raise him; they would have tried to mould him in ways they'd failed at with their daughter.) It wasn't much of a life, for sure; but it was imperative. He's a nice kid. (Soon, he will leave home, and I will have to fight my way out of the result. Or not. I'm tired.)


From that I take two very specific lessons.

First, make sure you are getting enough sleep. That makes a big difference. I had ten years of chronic sleep deprivation; after I quit that job, it took me six months to start sleeping sensibly.

Second, you have hope, whether you know it or not; and you have joy. Arrange your life so that you have unexpected joys; that feeds hope. (For me, this involves going for walks, away from towns. Preferably very early in the morning, to see the light come across the land, and watch the day-life begin.)

I hope the beer was as good as the koozie

(Any idea on the etymology of "koozie"? Is it just a mutation of "cosy", as in "tea cosy"?)

I like that.

That was a very cool video.

I thought they had beefed up security on trains as well.

Have fun, you are certainly out there!!!

thank you

Damn,that water looks so pure and lovely,i sure hope you went swimming,it looks to good an oppertunity to waste.

good adventures

That's a very nice gesture to have played for that poor dog.

Sounds like you are having some good adventures.

I know who im hanging out with when the zombie apocalypse comes. Hey what exactly do you do with the road kill,i have heard about people picking up road kill before but im not sure what they do with it (i have my suspicions) .I dont think i have heard of the practice down here.

If you know how to make an elderberry flute and hobo stove, you're set for life.

You look so alive. It is amazing.

damn. i want a boat-skeleton-thingy to play in now...