Knowing God is gonna be right there by my side today at the hospital!

This clip in a thread on mingle2

Barun... I'd appreciate that too.

It is hard for me to stand, but I don't walk with a cane. My feet hurt, my back hurts when I stand. So nobody can guess I am in agony on almost every bus ride.

I'm 58, which is neither young nor old. I guess. To an 28-year-old it is old. But nobody stands up off their seats on buses, because I pass for 39. And I am short, which takes from my years in the eyes of others, and I am fat, which smoothes out the wrinkles, and I always smile, because I make jokes on the rides constantly, quietly, just to myself. So I don't look like an old man in agony, and therefore everybody just keeps on sitting around me.

I am sorry, to use this word, but it pisses me off. ESPECIALLY because between the ages of 6 and 48, I gave my seat up to all old people and to women, old women, pregant women, men or women or children with canes or crutches, women with young children, and to relgigious dignitaries.

I still give up my seat to old, frail, men and women, and to women with spawn and to people with 36 shopping bags about them.

But nobody, ever, ever, has given me their seat.


I WANT SOMEBODY ELSE'S SEAT!!!! I HAVE EARNED IT, DAMMIT, I DON`T WANT TO STAND FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE WHEN LAZY EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLDS ARE PLAYING NINTENDO AND LISTENING TO MJ HAMMER IN THEIR COZY, COMFY BUS SEATS.

You described to us one thread what you exchanged for Christmas with Soufiehere. I think this poster remembered. And you will remember that gift, but you will also remember the girl who gave it to you... you will remember her every day when you turn over and she is right there, snoring like a volcano, and you remember her also when you're just slumbering off, and she climbs into your bed with ice-cold feet and warms them up in your crack. And a half hour later you wake up to her horrible scream, you asked her what, honey, she says, please get me a glass of milk, I dreamt I was a baby goat... you say, sure, baby.

Im not talking about it here in the forums.

For once, I have no desire to share my life with the world.

Please respect that, I love you all!

You make me feel like I'm the most important person in the world. I have no idea what I did to deserve you, but I am so grateful you are mine.

P.S. Thank you for the flowers.

Thats good Totage......

But truth is....

I drink alot of Jack and smoke a few cigars.

Think that might splain it!!!

How exactly does attachment cause pain? Be specific.

I would call the lack of feeling safe "fear."

I do note, with some trepidation, that "wombat" does contain the word "womb."

You think I am talking in Circles again singme

I have been on two roundabouts with you not going for three in a row
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No it's not. I would miss you terribly.