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Breakfast of Champions is a must, and Sirens of Titan. God Bless you, Mr. Rosewater is delightfully strange also... Maybe you should read that first. Vonnegut liked to re-use his characters. Sometimes harshly. I think the only book I haven't read of his is Cat's Cradle, and that was because I traded it out at a USO.
I think everyone remembers the exact moment that someone told them Santa wasn't real. It was Christmas morning, when I was 7. I'd been dead certain that I had heard Santa going back up the fireplace and went downstairs to check. Saw the presents and no one around. I was so happy that I finally(almost) caught him! My parents shot that theory down as soon as I said it. Sad day.
Anyways, I don't think I would do the same to my own children. I wouldn't cold-hearted or anything. I would just tell them the story of Santa as adults know it. Tell them that they're still getting presents on Christmas morning and teach all the other traditions. The only reason they have to 'believe' is for Polar Express and Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer to make sense.
Oh my gosh, your reply scared the crap out of me because I forgot what we were talking about, haha! I was like "What did I do?!"
I can only imagine how you feel :( I hope you can learn to love yourself a little bit better.
Shit. I thought I beat myself up pretty bad, but you have me beat there. No matter what, you are not worse than Hitler. I don't even know you and I know that.
I've been listening to Western African music lately. I don't even know how I stumbled across these groups, but I'm in love. I just need to brush up on my French.
Or maybe you prefer something in English...
If you like that song at all, I recommend the entire Avett Bros. discography.
This song is pretty bitchin' also:
The length of time apart was definitely not planned. Thank, Air Force! We also just found out that he is deploying in a month or so. Yippee. So, thanks for the luck. We might need it.
I'm in. Lucky for me, that means going to sleep and getting a decent amount of it. This is going to be a stressful weekend. I'm waiting for my boyfriend to drive from Florida to Wisconsin and we haven't seen each other in 5 months. The distance really turns me into a bitch because he is a poor communicator. So, I need to make it up to him... And also to myself. Treating him like crap doesn't make me feel any better.
So, let's do this. Will we report back on Monday?
"That's dumber than tits on a man."
The Undead Pool by Kim Harrison
My new favorite snark.