What do I want on my Tombstone?
How about, "He had the same chance we all do, but he threw it away after emotionally blackmailing his internet friends for a while"?
what do i want on my tombstone?.
i've always thought i would have a quote from the jimmy buffett song "he went to paris".
some of its magic.
What do I want on my Tombstone?
How about, "He had the same chance we all do, but he threw it away after emotionally blackmailing his internet friends for a while"?
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unless you are famous for something how long are you really remembered?.
maybe you are remembered at most by your grandchildren, but then your presence in the universe is gone.. so, really, what difference does it make whether you die in your 40's or your 70's, your memory simply lingers another 30 years at most.
People get to know me and then either drift away from me or cast me out of their lives.
Try not to imagine that this makes you special or different. This happens to every one of us. People come and go. They move close by; they move away. They get sick and die. It's the way of things. Can't change it.
If you can't change it, then what's left is to accept it.
That's also the main reason why it's so important to be your own best friend. For each of us, there is only one person who will never leave us; only one person with whom we will spend our entire lives. How sad to have made it this far with that person, and not yet to have gotten to know and love him more than anyone else; to be unable to receive love, warmth, acceptance, approval and affirmation from him from day to day and moment to moment.
Edited by - COMF on 26 November 2002 20:11:2
i was invited to be a guest speaker at the saturday night aa speaker's meeting.
this meeting usually has a large crowd and they get somebody with longtime sobriety to come up and tell his story of "what i used to be like, what happened, and what i'm like now" as an example for others.
i'll have eight years in january, so i guess that makes me fairly longtime.. i told them:.
scootergirl, I figure we're bound to meet up sooner or later. I missed Dallasfest this last time due to prescheduled stuff, but I intend to make as many apostafests as I can, and actually am intending to host one sometime this summer if all works out--maybe with my band providing some dance music (he said, foolishly and prematurely). Probably will ask for the blessing and guidance of that incomparable partythrower, District Overbeer, to make it a success. :)
Lyin', I've seen sooooo many witnesses who have prescription drug addictions. The lifestyle and the cognitive dissonance do it to them. Just like me with the drinking, they want something to deaden their emotions to the misery of the life they're living.
onacruse, sounds like you and I may have picked up on a few of the same ideas. I'm pleased to see, from other posts of yours, that things are going well for you these days. It's great living in the moment!
Billygoat, my alltime favorite Christian! Thanks, hon, I love you and Neil.
Mum, yep, I still do that every year. One time Cygnus beat me to it by a couple of days with a post titled, "Hey, COMF, how many years, buddy?"
Mike, seven years is a fine thing, man! Remember when two years looked like eternity? :)
moana, congrats on escaping two self-destructive addictions! And thanks to all who gave their congratulations and back-pats. Life is very, very good, folks. I'm proud to know you all.
ok so i am home this morning finishing a paper for class (that has to be turned in by five--shh!
no procrastination comments please--focus on the topic!
) when the doorbell rings.
a wee bit tit nipply
I think we're gonna need digital evidence, jo.
this old guy turned 27 earlier this month.
it was my first birthday party and my "non jw friends" (haha - they even put that on the invitation!
had lots of fun.
Happy remday, rem! You party animal, you!
hello, benext here.
this evening i became aware that my name is on the lips of all the loving gossipers at my former place of worship.
i need to be vague at this point but someone let the cat out of the bag about some personal information they had learned about me.
If you can seriously kick ass, do so. If you're only going to make yourself look stupid, walk away.
the ceo of ingham's chickens manages to arrange a meeting with the pope at the vatican.
after receiving the papal blessing, he whispers, "your eminence, we have an offer for you.
ingham's is prepared to donate $100 million to the church if you change the lord's prayer from "give us our daily bread" to "give us our daily chicken.
Tip Top would be an aussie brand name of bread, I presume?
until this little guy is back in my house!
woo hoo!.
(he was supposed to be helping grandma pick tomatoes and put them in the bucket--can you see the bite marks in the one he is "helping" with?).
I'm hosting a family reunion at my house. When my grandparents were alive, we all used to gather at their house, but we haven't done it since they died. Now, with this spacious house and yard, I'm reviving the tradition and hoping it'll catch on again. I have a confirmation of attendance from:
My brother, his wife, and their son who still lives at home
Their daughter Tonya, her husband, and their son
Their daughter Tina and boyfriend
Their daughter Krista
Their other son
My sister Janis, her husband, and their two kids who still live at home
Their daughter
My other sister and her son who lives at home
My mom
Possibly, my older son
Janis and company are coming up early to help me with preparations (read: she's gonna take over and I will just respond to orders as given). This gathering is the reason why I built the eight-seater picnic table I posted about recently. Seating will be at a premium.
what's the worse thing you ever did while drunk (assuming we've all been drunk).........when i was 16, we all got blitzed out of our minds at a witness wedding that happened to take place on hallowe'en.
anyway, on our way home we thought it'd be funny to whip eggs at passing cars.
unfortunately, the first (and last) car i hit was a cruiser.......i realized this as the egg was in mid-air.
Well, the worst story is of course the car wreck I caused.
The best one... not sure which one that is. I went out dancing and bar hopping with a lady I was dating, and by the end of the evening I had crossed that line where your memory switches off. I was living in the family living quarters of ASU at the time, attending college, and the next day this lady told me that the best sex she had ever had was with me that night in the parking lot outside my apartment in the back seat of her car with the doors hanging open.
And I don't remember it... (sigh)
Then again... I had been involved with this woman off and on for a couple of years, but she started seeing another guy as well and lying to me about it. Eventually she moved in with the guy, and he got a job on the night shift. One night I was drunk and went by his house, picked her up and we went driving out to the lake, looking for a picnic table to make out on. But they were all taken, so I stopped at a little area by the road that was paved but didn't have any buildings on it... just a flat rectangle of asphalt in the woods. We turned up the radio and were leaning against the car making out, and I said, "Want to get in the back seat?" and she said, "Right here feels pretty good to me," so we stripped naked and went at it like animals with her leaning over the car. We had country music on the radio, and after we finished a slow song began to play, so I took her hand and we began two-stepping using the asphalt as a dance floor... still quite naked, with traffic driving by on the road beside us. A storm had been brewing for some time, and the night sky was punctuated with frequent flashes of lightning. As we danced, huge, fat drops of rain began to fall one by one, splatting onto the pavement around us.
It was a glorious moment: drunken buzz, exciting sex, exhibitionism, revenge, tender moment, and the power of nature all rolled into one.
i'm gettin married on january 25th!!!!!!!
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Blessings and best wishes to you both!
Now, break out that "Family" book and read up on your respective roles...