Post what you're thinking right now.

[SovaNu]

Kangaroo Jack, perhaps.

[Lucifer]

gods, i'm fucked...

do you need help?

yeah - a bowl of cold water to sit in, please.     

(where's the spacehopper smiley?)

Your carriage has arrived, m'Lady!

that's so funny!

I was just being silly. Is there something wrong? Why are you "fucked"?

nothing wrong, hon, but thank you for asking.

i'm just... fucked.   

[DirtDawg]

gods, i'm fucked...

do you need help?

yeah - a bowl of cold water to sit in, please.     

(where's the spacehopper smiley?)

Your carriage has arrived, m'Lady!

that's so funny!

I was just being silly. Is there something wrong? Why are you "fucked"?

nothing wrong, hon, but thank you for asking.

i'm just... fucked.   

 

Now, you're kissed, too.

[Lucifer]

i'm just... fucked.   

 

Now, you're kissed, too.

oh happy day!
(oh happy day)
oh happy daayy!
(oh happy dayyyyy)
i got a snoooooooog!
(she got a snooooog)
oh, a snoooooooog!
(yes, yes, a snooooog)
i got a sno-o-o-o-og!
(we've got the pooooint!)
in a surpri-ising plaaaaaace!
(you tro-o-llllllllllop!)

[DirtDawg]

[SovaNu]

 

[Nomaken]

Last episode of death note.  I have this feeling in my chest, that the phrase mixed emotions doesnt even touch, but it is hot, and tense, and unresolved.   I can't tell if a little bit of me died inside or I am gonna be stuck with this lack of resolution for a while.

[Callaway]

I had arrived back home from the funeral, late, out of feelings and exhausted from fighting with my luggage and the crowds (flight was packed), and I was relaxing solemnly, totally drained of any external thoughts or concerns, slinking into my private hermit shell, spinning some Hendrix my cousin gave me, still not allowing even an exploratory tear, when my eight year old son comes up, being all supportive and stuff, and places his arm gently across my shoulders. Caressing my neck, he sighs and lets our heads touch, he mutters a few "anything I can do"s and a couple of "glad you're back"s and a "hope you feel better" then, after a long thoughtful pause, lovingly asks, "Did you find out why aunt Liz carc'ed out?".  I asked, "Carc'ed out?" and he replied, "Yeah, carc'ed out. Why did she become a carcass, anyway?"
I totally let go at that. I laughed so hard I pulled a tired muscle in my abdomen (I've gotten about five hours of sleep in three days) and finally I cried a few stale-with-old-salt tears, which made me feel really fresh again, being rid of them. Life goes on and my private hermit shell is still vacant, for now.
The little man is awesome!

What a great little guy you have there!

This is the first time I have ever heard "carc'ed out."

[Scrapheap]

I had arrived back home from the funeral, late, out of feelings and exhausted from fighting with my luggage and the crowds (flight was packed), and I was relaxing solemnly, totally drained of any external thoughts or concerns, slinking into my private hermit shell, spinning some Hendrix my cousin gave me, still not allowing even an exploratory tear, when my eight year old son comes up, being all supportive and stuff, and places his arm gently across my shoulders. Caressing my neck, he sighs and lets our heads touch, he mutters a few "anything I can do"s and a couple of "glad you're back"s and a "hope you feel better" then, after a long thoughtful pause, lovingly asks, "Did you find out why aunt Liz carc'ed out?".  I asked, "Carc'ed out?" and he replied, "Yeah, carc'ed out. Why did she become a carcass, anyway?"
I totally let go at that. I laughed so hard I pulled a tired muscle in my abdomen (I've gotten about five hours of sleep in three days) and finally I cried a few stale-with-old-salt tears, which made me feel really fresh again, being rid of them. Life goes on and my private hermit shell is still vacant, for now.
The little man is awesome!

I always seem to be the last to discover peoples problems online and IRL. Was Liz your sister?? Sorry to hear about the loss. 

[DirtDawg]

I had arrived back home from the funeral, late, out of feelings and exhausted from fighting with my luggage and the crowds (flight was packed), and I was relaxing solemnly, totally drained of any external thoughts or concerns, slinking into my private hermit shell, spinning some Hendrix my cousin gave me, still not allowing even an exploratory tear, when my eight year old son comes up, being all supportive and stuff, and places his arm gently across my shoulders. Caressing my neck, he sighs and lets our heads touch, he mutters a few "anything I can do"s and a couple of "glad you're back"s and a "hope you feel better" then, after a long thoughtful pause, lovingly asks, "Did you find out why aunt Liz carc'ed out?".  I asked, "Carc'ed out?" and he replied, "Yeah, carc'ed out. Why did she become a carcass, anyway?"
I totally let go at that. I laughed so hard I pulled a tired muscle in my abdomen (I've gotten about five hours of sleep in three days) and finally I cried a few stale-with-old-salt tears, which made me feel really fresh again, being rid of them. Life goes on and my private hermit shell is still vacant, for now.
The little man is awesome!

I always seem to be the last to discover peoples problems online and IRL. Was Liz your sister?? Sorry to hear about the loss. 

She was my dad's sister. Old as hell itself ... well OK, nine years older than I am, but she had emphysema. When she was about my age, she started carrying an oxygen bottle around with her. It was a rough path to a slow death for her. Be glad it's over.

[DirtDawg]

I had arrived back home from the funeral, late, out of feelings and exhausted from fighting with my luggage and the crowds (flight was packed), and I was relaxing solemnly, totally drained of any external thoughts or concerns, slinking into my private hermit shell, spinning some Hendrix my cousin gave me, still not allowing even an exploratory tear, when my eight year old son comes up, being all supportive and stuff, and places his arm gently across my shoulders. Caressing my neck, he sighs and lets our heads touch, he mutters a few "anything I can do"s and a couple of "glad you're back"s and a "hope you feel better" then, after a long thoughtful pause, lovingly asks, "Did you find out why aunt Liz carc'ed out?".  I asked, "Carc'ed out?" and he replied, "Yeah, carc'ed out. Why did she become a carcass, anyway?"
I totally let go at that. I laughed so hard I pulled a tired muscle in my abdomen (I've gotten about five hours of sleep in three days) and finally I cried a few stale-with-old-salt tears, which made me feel really fresh again, being rid of them. Life goes on and my private hermit shell is still vacant, for now.
The little man is awesome!

What a great little guy you have there!

This is the first time I have ever heard "carc'ed out."

Eclair said she had heard the phrase "carc'ed it" previously, but, like you, I had not. I really didn't think it was original and he could certainly have gotten a popular phrase wrong, but in this context it laughed me to tears. I always talk about his problems or successes and I neglect to talk about his humor. There may be plenty, concerning his social skils, that (I imagine) need some "fixing" but his sense of humor is not one of them.

[SovaNu]

a sense of humor is something so valuable. i'm glad he has that.

[DirtDawg]

Last episode of death note.  I have this feeling in my chest, that the phrase mixed emotions doesnt even touch, but it is hot, and tense, and unresolved.   I can't tell if a little bit of me died inside or I am gonna be stuck with this lack of resolution for a while.

Are you talking about a television program? ... a cliffhanger in a soap or something?

[El]

Post number 5,000!!!

[McGiver]

Post number 5,000!!!

yay!
onwards and upwards!