Suck eggs.

I must say, FB is grand. It is like a drug. People are always there to make others feel better. It's comforting to know that with just a click you can be chatting with an old high school buddy like you're still a snot-faced loser who just got body-checked into the lockers outside Mr. Bartell's office. It's nice (and scary) to see your hometown, miles away, in pictures all over FB during a big storm.
Also, just like with finances, one ought "diversify" your FB friends according to location around the globe (unless you already have). That way doesn't matter what time of day it is, whether you have insomnia, or if there's a major power outage elsewhere, you've gots peeps to yuk it up with. (Hey, is it any more selfish a thought than those who are battening down their hatches?! Ok, yeh, it is. tee hee).
Yeah, I just wrote "tee hee". :)

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I have been a cripple longer than I can remember (you may cringe at the word, but I am one, so I can say it).
I have been bed-ridden, wheelchair-bound, a crutch walker and then back on the plain old feet. I have been hospitalized with other similarly afflicted individuals as well as ones with other traumas...including head traumas, spina bifida and GSWs (on those pesky Bloods and Crips).
The thing that I don't really understand is why do I stare at people with problems? I am not blatant, but I'll check 'em out. Like what's wrong with that dude. Or, what's her problem? How can I be so one-sided and not want people to gawk at me, but yet I can gawk all I like? Maybe I did suffer some head trauma...

A but tuba

It started way back in history...that I became a palindrome lover.
When I was introduced to them in math class I thought they were the coolest thing ever.
A number that was the same frontwards and backwards.
Simply 123454321.

Later on, I realized there were words and phrases that were also palindromes.
racecar
No melons no lemon
Lisa Bonet ate no basil.
Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog.
Madam I'm Adam
A Toyota's a Toyota
and more.
I am not necessarily obsessed, but I do make a clicking sound with my mouth whenever my odometer reads as a palindrome.
Check out Weird Al's song all in palindromes: Bob

This ends my fourth decade...

This ends my fourth decade on this spinning blue mass.
Here is a collection of things I have encountered: I have gone from Mac OS 9 to Mountain Lion. I have gone from MySpace to Facebook. I have gone from classic rock/alt rock to hard rock/metal/hip hop/industrial/etc. I have gone from a pay-as-you go crazy-ass big brick phone for emergencies to a sleek Android phone connecting me to everyone. I have gone from having a two year old to having two kids, 8 & 12. I have gone from a tiny house on Long Island to a BIG house in PA. I have gone from a case of a slight distraction to full blown...squirrel. I have gone from a job with a big company to going through maybe 27 little companies/assignments. I have gone from loving Subarus to loving my Veloster. I have gone from having a ponytail to shaving my head. I have gone from no tattoos to six tattoos. I have gone from never been to Florida to driving there TWICE to see Mickey. I have gone from a 20GB iPod to a 64GB iPod. I have gone from a crazy sonofabitch to a crazy mofo. And, I have gone from loving my wife to loving my wife even more.
What will decade number 5 bring?

Thank you for reading.

When I was in high school, I had a really great female friend. I so wanted her to be my girlfriend, but she wouldn't have it because we were friends. I finally wore her down. She was a wonderful girl and we did everything together...yes, we even counted all the toads in the swamp. She was the world to me.
And, after I graduated we hung out a lot during the summer and did lots of things.
Towards the end of the summer, things got weird/strange between one of my male friends and her and when I went to university, she and he were now going together. Ah, such is life, right?
I had lost touch over the years, then ran into her here and there during and after university at parties and such. With the invention of instant messaging, we reconnected again and caught up on lost years.
I still liked her a lot, despite things that happened or didn't happen, and because of our history.
When the news came that she had gone to another world, I felt part of me disappear. Apparently, she had ingested two separate medications that didn't play well together.
 I wasn't distraught, but I thought about her every day for a couple years. I had lost some family members before, but her death seemed to affect me the most.
I don't think about her every day, now, but I still think about her a lot.
Recently, some friends were contacted by her through a medium (or a large, I'm not sure as I wasn't there). She said that the cause of her death was foul play and not her fault (but can't be proven) and that a baby was involved. I totally believe it. Not that I am trying to hold onto the fact that she came through, but this is totally something she would have said.
I am glad you've contacted us and made some peace. I wish you well in your journeys.
I love you and will forever.

Come out, come out...whoever you are!

 

From a cousin-type person of mine...

I have never heard so much hate in one day as I've heard today. There are horrible people at my school. Today, I was at a booth handing out ribbons for National Coming Out Day, and there was an unbelievable amount of rude people that didn't just turn-down a ribbon, but they took ribbons, threw them on the floor and made hurtful comments. I really wish this world were a better place. :'(

Seriously, what is wrong with our youth? Our children are our future. They only learn hate from watching us. Please stop the hate and love all!

Wig Befty's Lorld

Spoonerisms are the shucking fit! I love them. My friend and I used to go fack and borth with them all the time. Ah, yeenage tears...where are you now?!!
Recently, I came across one that completely escaped my mind until a relative brought it to my attention.
It's right under everyone's noses, too.
I would kill my parents if it was me...
Wait for it....




Shiloh Pitt.
Let it sink in for a few seconds.
Wou're Yelcome.