personally, there's stuff that i would rather not deal with. then there's stuff that i know i have to deal with, and do so, even with some objection. things like not having the friends i wish i couldhave. sure i've got friends online. but they're not of the "next door" type. i don't have many 'real life' friends. maybe 5. and only one of them is my best friend. a person i could tell anything. any thing. that's gotta be concrete too.
but there's stuff that i'll be happy i won't have to deal with any more. stuff like having to clean the house. or do laundry. or cleaning diva's room. that's a mess back there. not really. it's organized and it is a lot of stuff . i basically watch television all fuckn day. i keep it on tnt. i'll miss tv. especially seeing stargate series. i'm a real fan of joe flanigan. ooh,. if i was still sexual.
cooking is another task that i'll be happy not to have to worrry about. abolishing it would make it a good crossover reason .... cooking and cleaning are basically it. no more of that shit. i don't think i could completely think of this reason to be total justification to commit suicide. but in conjunction with other reasons, taken as a whole, the sum would justify or dare i say, demand it. dare i say huh. cooking forcing suicide? that didn't come out right.
lemme try again here. cooking is an activity that i will not miss doing. there.
ok, so what does all this have to do with the price of china? well, lemme tell ya. everything is important in the days leading up to your suicide. you have things that have got to be prepared prior to the event. so ya, it's part and parcel to the subject du jour.
i'm so happy with obama winning. and i voted. for the very first time. that is a long story, but sufffice it to say, i wanted a piece of history. i stuck the 'i voted' sticker on my mirrors by the door. i picked a winner. thank god i dont have stuff in the stock market. it's not moving today like i thought it would. maybe tomorrow.
that's about it. i'll have to go out and have lunch with linda or something. she's off in the next day or two; i can't remember her schedule now. she called this morning, but i didn't pick up. thank god for vonage. nobody else gives you the email address to messages like vonage does. i especially liked the simul-ring action that you can program your service to do.
finally tho really. this will be my last statement. i'll go when it's my time to go. how will i know it's my time? because i'll know. i don't ever ask how do i know something. i either know it, and feel it, or i don't. one knows these things. even though it's hard to put into words sometimes. but one knows when it's the right time. i think i can safely say it feels like a wednesday event. but don't quote me on that.
bye.
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