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so they took the breathing tube out, and she's stll kicking. i just don't get it. this might sound mean to some of you out there, but i really think her time has come and gone and yet still she lives. i think she's still alive because she was such a mean and miserable person. (well, at least as long as i've know her.) a touch of karma, if you will. please don't think me cruel and heartless. i'm not. i show her respect. i visit her. hell, i even taught myself conversational slovak to communicate with her. but she is/was a nasty woman.

thank you all for the birthday wishes and the hearty welcome back! aren't you all just great folk? (except for you, vivid, you little trollop, you.)

my friend patrick made me the dopest, most fantastic card for my birthday. it's black with a byzantine (sp?) queen on the front in cream, opal and silver tones. on the inside, he put a sticker of elvis' head (in the good days) and he covered the message with one of his own. a little verse:
"born of this day
he the KING
and she, the QUEEN"
i must say (with absolutely no offense to all who have expended effort and time to give me gifts) that it is one of the top 3 things i've ever received from anyone.
i've always thought myself to be a pretty great gift-giver. it's a talent i frequently boast about. patrick puts me to shame.

today, i'm appreciating all the special people in my life and being grateful for having so many GOOD people around me.

what are YOU appreciating??
-me