Yeah, I went there.

I go there all the time. I call my son that, and guess what, he calls me that word. My niece and I have called one another that word since we were teenagers.

In none of those situations did we call one another that in the sense that we were saying, "Hey you, I think you're dirty, lazy, stupid and generally inferior so you should ( Read more... )

and I've done it before I can do it again I'm sure but why can't I just think about that then? Why is it so hard to shake it off like I wish I could do like filthy coveralls....  what? go to the doctor and tell her what? Tell her that I'm fucking crazy? Tell her that I've been in the hospital and it's coming back again and I can't seem to make it ( Read more... )

I thought today of when the last time was that I felt truly happy ( Read more... )