I miss seeing footfootfoot in this monkey house.

Yeah, me too. I lost his email, phone is not in service, hasn't answered my PM.
I wrote him a letter this morning hoping he'll reply. :(

Yeah, I kinda miss ol Footy.

Seems like someone pissed him off, and I remember thinking "He prolly won't be back.".

I hope he comes back.

His ex tries to get dirt on him here...

Got an email from him. :girlband:

just to let y'all know, infusion was able to go ahead today. if I liked cool beer, I'd use that cooler to chill some. Sadly, the chemo beest gets makes him extremely cold sensitive so we'll have to find a more inventive way to used it to flip a bird at big pharma. Is this an appropriate time to joke about storage for severed pumpkin heads?

Anything goes, anytime.

Just not very happy ATM with the world I live in.:sadpace:

Also, trying the 'new' bar tonight.

Prediction: Ugh.

Let's be careful out there.

"I've decided I will come home in one month."
"That's not how this works, honey."
"What are the steps I need to complete?"
"Well, you'll need to develop a sense of empathy for other people."
"I don't value empathy."
"Yeah, that's the problem."
"But I don't want to change."
"I know."
"But what do I need to do to come home?!"
"Change."
"I don't want to change."
"I know."
"I don't see why I can't do the work from home."
"Because you might kill someone."
"Not anyone important. Some lives matter more than others."
"And that's why they won't let you go home."
"But what are the steps I need to complete so they will let me go home?"


It's fucking endless. And his mom is still like, "Oh, the average stay is 45 days, so let's cross our fingers for that." As if she's fermenting cabbage, instead of trying to convince a schizophrenic to stop being so schizophrenic.

That's reminiscent of the old bit ...

How many psychologists does it take to change a light bulb?

Well, it only takes one psychologist; but, the light bulb has to really want to change.

The light bulbs mom has to want to change as well... speaking of a message I know is waiting on my phone at work.

I think I may see part of the prollum right here.

"Have ya tried not being so schizophrenic, Bob?"

"Yes, I've tried."

"Well, try harder."

:eyebrow:

Probably this belongs in "What sucks like a pail of leeches?" but whatevs.


This past weekend a friend and neighbor committed suicide. He had a lot of health issues, chronic pain, a few other contributing factors.


He didn't seem the type, he was so cheerful and outgoing, generous, helpful, funny, smart, etc. etc.


I guess he felt he had enough or had painted himself into a corner.


It was a shocker to everyone. I'm not going to be able to walk over and shoot the shit about meaningless b.s. anymore.


It just pretty much sucks.

so sorry man.

:comfort: