So...its confirmed. My father does have testicular cancer... The only thing I can do now is be there with the old bastard while he fights this beast. We'll see what plans the doctors have on dealing with it. Still, Cancer. Its always cancer. Cancer saw my grandmother off when I was an odd teen, now it wants my father too. Fuck cancer.
Coconuts don't split open that easily, last time I tried I had to bash it several times with a hammer.
I've been down that road, sure the parties are great, but you you end up spending every nickle you make on body glitter and skin tight leather pants.
Releasing I left a bunch of my stuff from my bag, to my camera, and my notebooks down at the art center. The people that run it are in Florida for a bit so there locked up for now. The one guy`s flying back in Tuesday so I`ll have to call him Wednesday to get permission to use the door code to go in and pick my stuff up.
Whoa...You just joined here on Wednesday and said that to Moose, who's one of the most respected members here? Not cool. Or am I misinterpreting what you meant? I really hope so.
Chill, Winston - I think she means it was her terrible writing which gave the impression that she was working in bed.
Ah. My apologies. I read back and see the conversation string now. To this dyslexic, without context, it read as a criticism of a sentence fragment in the most-laid-back area of the Forum (meaning the Lounge). As to self-flagellation, whatever floats your boat, because we're super-laid-back about that here, too. (Yes, I know you weren't being literal.)
Now, now, I was referring to the other 68 members who meet in a hidden subforum every other Tuesday. *There is no such hidden subforum...I don't think...