George Carlin dies at 71
One of the two celebrity deaths I will ever really care about.
Just....Damn it...
George Carlin dies at 71
One of the two celebrity deaths I will ever really care about.
Just....Damn it...
Last edited by XanBcoo; Mon, 06-23-2008 at 12:35 AM.
<@Terra> he told me this, "man actually meeting terra is so fucking big", and he started crying. Then he bought me hot dogs
I don't know what the hell I ate... but something really freaking screwed me.
My damn stomach has been acting on me for several weeks now, and I've passed through several medicines and two doctors already... plus a damn diet.
I've gone down about 8kg (17lb) in just one month... so currently I weight only 63kg (139lb). Bleh... stupid stomach... I need some tacos... and I can't eat them...
=OOO
Several weeks seem like a long time.
Do you get stomach aches? Or just that the food passes through your body?
(Tacos sound good. I'll eat on your behalf =P)
I tried my best...
Damn... Today just fucking sucks; added to the bitching list for today...Originally Posted by XanBcoo
George Carlin dies at 71
One of the two celebrity deaths I will ever really care about.
Just....Damn it...
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Today's bitch is about the feeling of helplessness brought on by the death of a friend. I received a call that the father (Mark) of a really good friend of mine was involved in a motorcycle accident and that his recovery outlook was grim. Now, I've had to deal with the passing of members of a friend's family before, but something about today was different.
Mark was a really influential person to me growing up. He was like a stand-in dad to me when my own father was battling meth addiction and was hardly around. However, over the last few years I began talking to him less and less as my free time diminished.
Anyway, today at around noon I received the call informing me of details his accident (He wasn't wearing a helmet and was exceeding the speed limit when a car pulled out in front of him) and the less than optimistic description of his chance to recover (His stepbrother's description was something to the effect of "his head was so swollen it was comparable to the size of the 19" tv in the hospital room").
For a few hours I sat here thinking, "Holy hell, I just talked to his dad yesterday for the first time in a few months", and eventually I was hit by the aforementioned feeling of helplessness. Eventually, I decided that sitting here fretting over it wouldn't make anything any better so I decided to be the optimist about it. However my optimism was taken away when I received a second call a few hours later with news of his passing explained to me in these exact words, "They're harvesting his organs"...
This got me thinking about how uselessly I sat around with my thumb in my ass hoping he would be alright, and I became overwhelmed with fury and hatred towards circumstances that are obviously out of my control. I guess it's a fairly common reaction, but it's still a terrible feeling that I just can't seem to shake... and I hate it.
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