February 2012
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To clarify: losing not lost.
He’s not gone yet. But it’s inevitable. And it sucks.
Sighs
With my dad dying I’m in this very funny emotional place. I want to talk. And I don’t want to. I’m confused. And I’m bitchy. I’ve pushed people away. I have a really short fuse at the moment. I’m not very good at pain. Sympathy doesn’t help, it just puts me further on edge.
And I’m exhausted. I’m sleeping at 9pm every night. And struggling...
The best thing about calling out those gamers is...
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The games we play.
There’s always talk of “gaming” favstar. Of starring heavily to get ahead, purely because if you hand out enough stars you will get some reciprocal ones in return, regardless of the tripe you’re tweeting. It’s a thing. It happens.
But there’s one thing that can be said for the hardcore gamers: at least they’re honest about it.
Sure, if quizzed...
Posts like my last one are the reason I'm glad...
Well that and the odd anal sex joke on twitter.
Sick
My dad is sick.
My sister’s partner is an alcoholic which is a sickness and so he spends all their money on alcohol which makes me sick. And confused. How can someone spend the money they need for their kids on fucking booze?
So I’m working extra hours to be able to give her money which makes me sick from the stress. But it’s worthwhile. Because this morning when I called...
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My ex just proposed to his hundred year old...
I’n case you were interested
Saying you sexted guys plural does not go over...
FYO
Truthful Tuesday
This whole NEVER TAKING PHOTOS AGAIN EVER EVER EVER thing is really only punishing myself. I’m great at making insane declarations in the heat of the moment and then being so stubborn I have to stick to them.
Truthful Tuesday
Yesterday my dad was having a cancer cut off his eyelid. And of course I asked the important questions. Like: would he wear a pirate eyepatch with a skull and crossbones on it if I bought him one. Ok, and what that meant. How much of his eyelid he would lose. If he could sleep without an eyelid.
Truthfully, things about eyes creep me out. I’n not freaked out by much. I was probably the...
Missing limb syndrome
It’s weird when you’ve talked to someone every day, morning and night (and everything in between), and then they’re not around anymore. And even though you don’t want to, you still automatically look for them. Or think to tell them things. Because when you’ve shared everything it is incredibly strange to share nothing.
FI-FUCKING-NALLY
I finally caught my dad on the phone. He’s been in and out of doctors appointments as a day patient so no mobile and no answering the home phone. Which explains finally why i couldn’t get in touch.
He was going in today to get a cancer cut off his eyelid. Sometimes I think he’s dying a little bit at a time, as each piece is cut from him. He insists he’s ok but when...
@nikiwithissues
I’m clearly going to need some help quitting because I read that and almost said “girl, get on kik and I’ll show you my boobies.” Then I realised that probably wasn’t helping the quitting thing. Damn. This is harder than all the guys I sexted.
Boobies for the win
For a little while there this weekend I thought I was on the verge of a nude photo scandal. I’d gotten very careless and took risks I shouldn’t have. Because it was fun. And the danger was more fun.
I knew at the time I should stop doing it. But I got worse instead of better. I even bought revealing outfits just for the photos I could take in them. I took photos for no reason but to...
"I hope he has two eyes"
me to my sister about the guy my mum is dating.
It makes more sense if you know about bob the pirate.
Ok maybe he wasn’t a pirate. But he DID only have one eye and he lived on a boat. Totally obvious he was a pirate.
Sadness is infinite
I didn’t want to bring this up on twitter but my tweets are so sad. I felt like I had to explain. Then everyone talked to me when I said I didn’t want to. And i had to walk away.
I’m tearing myself apart because I don’t want to talk about it and I don’t know what else to do.
Oops that was meant for my other tmi blog.
YOU DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING!
Nah nah Rasputin
My best friend and I joke that my dad is Rasputin. Well she calls him Rasputin because she has no concept of history. I prefer to call him the Terminator. Because the man is a survivor. I can’t tell you the number of times the doctors have said to say goodbye and he’s inexplicably bounced back. I just think there’s a finite number of times he can beat the odds. And I’m...
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STM
I am writing this to you because my stalker stats say you will read it in the next few hours, like you have every day this week. Leave me alone. I don’t want to be read by you. I am not your toy to play with. Go away.
I actually believe
richharris2:
I actually believe it is totally possible and totally the right thing to fight and fight your walls and let people in as much as you can without wrecking yourself.
There is nothing more incredible than two people trusting, entwining, sharing love even if the search for that can be fraught with troubles.
Do you believe in ghosts?
Twitter reincarnation is a funny thing. People who’ve been around before are easy to spot.
A new account who knows about favstar and is starring within seconds of joining. Who follows certain people. Who tweets immediately in a specific style. They’re not fooling anyone.
One of my all time favourite songs is Maybe by... →
Maybe I won’t cry
Maybe I’ll be ready
Maybe I’ll try
C’mon sky get ready for me
For me
Maybe I won’t weep
I’ll find a higher purpose
Then I’ll go deep
At least beneath the surface
And I
Won’t mind
Maybe I won’t bleed
Because this is all illusion
Nothing is real
It’s only sweet confusion
And I
don’t mind
tonight...
Ewwww
You should be glad you’re not my sister because her cyst just burst and I told her to go to the doctors so they could “scoop her goop”. She’s laughing and wants to kill me. I hope she doesn’t have to go to hospital because I can’t go up the coast to babysit until Wednesday.
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You Know, It's Funny...: Please read - Thanks. →
brentcetera:
2yellows:
Julie could use our help.
As you know, Julie is currently undergoing radiation treatments to her brain for stage IV breast cancer. She has been fighting this battle since April 2010 and has shared it with us along the way. She will continue chemotherapy and whatever treatments are needed…
This here, this is a good one. Let’s help this awesome girl.
TMI time.
I mentioned recently a second blog I would start for when I felt I was sharing TMI. I’m so scared and anxious right now and you don’t need to read that. But I need to write it. If you want to read you can ask me for the URL. But I won’t burden you with all my worries right now. I won’t stop writing here. Just the parts that are too much will move to there.
I can’t get in touch with my dad. I’m scared someone will finally answer the phone and I’ll hear the worst. But no one answering the phone makes me think the worst. I don’t know what to do.
It's all fun and games until someone gets tomato...
I’ve no idea what that means but I’m laughing so hard my cheeks hurt.
Today is a curl up in a ball and pretend the world...
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