It sucks that it takes the death of a major movie star for the media to recognize how common depression and suicides are.
The film “Ghost” is playing on television. Jesus that film is depressing. I guess I shouldn’t expect less from the guy who also wrote “Jacob’s Ladder.”
…keep track of how many times you hear the words actually, basically, and exactly. I hear these words frequently.
For just a small moment, can everyone stop hurling venomous insults and criticisms to Miley Cyrus and her VMA performance, and direct them toward Robin Thicke? Did we forget that he was part of the performance too? He must have agreed with Cyrus that it would have been a fun idea.
This is Hoss:
He’s what I would look like if I were a cat.
These two kittens are Domino and Chessie:
And last is this gorgeous gray girl, Lilly:
Her info card said that she is a lap cat. I would imagine all the cats here would prefer a lap over a cage.
For the past few months, I’ve tried to write posts for my Tumblr. I never get more than a couple of paragraphs before slumping down and just forgetting about it. I’ve lost my urge to write. It is now difficult for me to keep this blog running without resorting to posting pictures and youtube videos. But I feel that I need to do something with it on a regular basis.
I’m in a slump at the moment, but hopefully I’ll stumble upon my missing urges sometime.
I haven’t been posting on here and Twitter for some time. There are many reasons for this, most of them personal. But I’m hoping to start posting regularly soon. I have a new job (I hope I can keep it), and I’m on a diet. Hopefully my spirits will eventually be lifted and my brain will speed up again.
Thank you for helping me deal with my mental issues these past few years. Thank you for corresponding with me when I needed your good words. Thank you for reading my posts about when I stayed in the mental ward. Thank you for letting me use one of your blog posts as a way to share interesting links with you. Thank you for tweeting many of them.
Thank you for putting up with me.
I didn’t prepare myself for your death.