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Carrot
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I know. He's a repetitive whinge-bag. But he's working thru it all. This place serves as part of his therapy. Vent.it's good but it tends to repeat itself
I know. He's a repetitive whinge-bag. But he's working thru it all. This place serves as part of his therapy. Vent.it's good but it tends to repeat itself
Oh but my working through my talentlessness on my thread, you're sick of. Uh huhI know. He's a repetitive whinge-bag. But he's working thru it all. This place serves as part of his therapy. Vent.
did he have a sweet succulent arse like your dad?I often used to wonder what grandad was talking about with the old blokes in the pub. I can't remember the name of the pub. I knew I was enamoured though. When I was with grandad on a Saturday it was the only place I wanted to be. We used to watch him have a wet shave. Me and my brother. It was a wonder to watch grandad having a shave. He used to ask us to soap his brush up. And then we'd watch intently. We were enthralled. We used to watch grandad having a wet shave and it was the highlight of our day. I think it was the highlight of his day too. Absolutely wonderful.
so did my grandad, on thanksgiving. we called him grandad too, never grandpa. the only things i remember about him were going into his office and him giving us raspberry hard candies, and going out for dinner with him and him throwing sugar packets at me.I'll never forget grandad. We used to walk down the twitchell with him and he'd be burping away. He'd say 'don't tell your grandma' was a wonder to be with him though. Absolute magic. I didn't realise how much I missed him. I didn't know him too well. I like what I remember. He went very early on. Heart problems. He was lovely though.
I suggested to rifke she might be depressed and that if she'd get this diagnosis, she could go on disability, and she got irate. I'm suggesting now to you, the same thing, especially since you've already been diagnosed, have pills, hate your job, have friends in the park who are probably all on disability. Then you'd be free to drink yourself stupid all day at the park. Or take up drawing and painting. Or singing.So I'm on my second warning at work. A job I've been in for 33 years. Believe it or not, a job I've cherished. A job I've been proud of. But a job it's taken all I can muster to carry on doing it. I've had prolonged periods of social anxiety but one way or another I've managed to get myself in there. I've turned to drink sometimes. I did it this time. Six weeks avoiding work. I'll admit there have been times when my anxiety didn't warrant the amount I was drinking. But its cumulative. My anxiety and depression is always there. When I think of the times I've had to withdraw and drink myself stupid, it might not always correspond with what other people may see as appropriate. Might even seem disproportionate. I can put my hand on my heart and say that I do suffer every day. I'm proud of how I cope.
Is that what turned you?I often used to wonder what grandad was talking about with the old blokes in the pub. I can't remember the name of the pub. I knew I was enamoured though. When I was with grandad on a Saturday it was the only place I wanted to be. We used to watch him have a wet shave. Me and my brother. It was a wonder to watch grandad having a shave. He used to ask us to soap his brush up. And then we'd watch intently. We were enthralled. We used to watch grandad having a wet shave and it was the highlight of our day. I think it was the highlight of his day too. Absolutely wonderful.
These are some of the paintings my guests have been doing.Carrot's already insulted me because I've been self indulgent. Now, I'm being accused of being Nice?
I'm jumpy about being called nice because of Morrissey's words, "I have spent my whole life in ruins, because of people who are nice!".Well see how it goes. LH. I'm afraid I'm a coward. I'm a gutless swine..But then just because you're not a particularly nice person yourself, why does that proclude you from wanting to be around Nice people?
Really, I can't imagine. I'm eating a sweet apple at the moment, with my remaining teeth.My grandma's neighbour was a gypsy. She used to go into town to buy her groceries with my grandma I always renemver my grandma said to me. She said, 'Mary can eat an apple with not one tooth in her head'
At least we've got Morrissey down in celluloid history.I know he's long departed. I can imagine what my grandad would have said to me. He wouldn't have known too much about homosexuality. I don't know if that kind of behaviour existed in his time. I've a feeling he knew what I was all about. I would love to meet him again. That's why I loved my grandad. He knew. Didn't we all? It was such a long long time since I spoke to him. I was thinking about how people die these days and they're still immortalised on film. I wish we'd got grandad. He was a lovely man.
Morrissey reminds me of my adoptive dad, who I suspect was murdered by my adoptive sister, who is 4 years older than me. I was 8, and he'd just decided to get to know me.At least we've got Morrissey down in celluloid history.
Click your fingers?My grandad was of a certain age. I've a feeling he knew, though. Although you didn't talk about that kind of thing in those days. He knew. I miss him beyond belief. I miss my grandma too. Both of them. They'll always be with me. They're not going anywhere too soon. I only have to click my fingers and they're there.