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But, But. . . who will take out the garbage and scoop up Mr. Pickle's doodies in the back yard!?!
Seriously though, don't give up on them completely, just give them a break. As if they were that pint of Ben and Jerry's stored waaaayyyy back in the freezer. A month or two usually works.
I dunno what it is, bubba, but I'm sorry you have to go through it.
Seriously though, don't give up on them completely, just give them a break. As if they were that pint of Ben and Jerry's stored waaaayyyy back in the freezer. A month or two usually works.
I dunno what it is, bubba, but I'm sorry you have to go through it.
Robert, I hope you read this comment.
I just visited your website, and listened to your reading from House of Wolves. I also checked out some of your work in web design. I also have the good fortune to have you and some of your extraordinary friends on my mutual friends list.
I am reminded of a young woman in London with whom I correspond online. She's funny, smart, wildly artistic, and insightful. About six months ago, a man broke her heart, her vulnerable, trusting heart, and she tried to kill herself. Now she finds herself in therapy, on medication, and she found herself recently wondering if she wouldn't have been better off had she been successful in her attempt, to which I said, STOP! Look at yourself in the closest mirror and say aloud, "I am FUCKING FABULOUS and I'm about to have a great day." I wrote a poem for her, which I will include here.
Gillian
from a curb in another world
she writes to friends she will never see
her bright red hair cleverly disguised
with a half-worn wig just in case
today she is a witch, or a princess
or a ghost haunting crowded streets
where she is invisible
despite her dangerously green dress
once she sat in her garden
drinking tea but lately
the flowers are too loud and
the smell of moonlight makes her ill
she overhears cats gossiping in the alley
shakes her head at their indiscretion
and remembers when it was enough
to be young and pretty
Now you're not much like Gillian, but You Are FUCKING FABULOUS! You are creative, intelligent, loving, giving, and a bunch of other great things, not the least of which is loved by a great many wonderful people.
Here's what I want You to say; I am loved, I am worthy of being loved, and my love has value. When you know that, I mean really know it, you will either find men who appreciate that, or have the wisdom to avoid those who don't, and in either case, that ain't bad.
I just visited your website, and listened to your reading from House of Wolves. I also checked out some of your work in web design. I also have the good fortune to have you and some of your extraordinary friends on my mutual friends list.
I am reminded of a young woman in London with whom I correspond online. She's funny, smart, wildly artistic, and insightful. About six months ago, a man broke her heart, her vulnerable, trusting heart, and she tried to kill herself. Now she finds herself in therapy, on medication, and she found herself recently wondering if she wouldn't have been better off had she been successful in her attempt, to which I said, STOP! Look at yourself in the closest mirror and say aloud, "I am FUCKING FABULOUS and I'm about to have a great day." I wrote a poem for her, which I will include here.
Gillian
from a curb in another world
she writes to friends she will never see
her bright red hair cleverly disguised
with a half-worn wig just in case
today she is a witch, or a princess
or a ghost haunting crowded streets
where she is invisible
despite her dangerously green dress
once she sat in her garden
drinking tea but lately
the flowers are too loud and
the smell of moonlight makes her ill
she overhears cats gossiping in the alley
shakes her head at their indiscretion
and remembers when it was enough
to be young and pretty
Now you're not much like Gillian, but You Are FUCKING FABULOUS! You are creative, intelligent, loving, giving, and a bunch of other great things, not the least of which is loved by a great many wonderful people.
Here's what I want You to say; I am loved, I am worthy of being loved, and my love has value. When you know that, I mean really know it, you will either find men who appreciate that, or have the wisdom to avoid those who don't, and in either case, that ain't bad.
at this rate, you're gonna be one of those single old men with lots and lots of cats...
Come the next full moon, what say you hike up the hill and have a good howl at the moon, je?
Come the next full moon, what say you hike up the hill and have a good howl at the moon, je?
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