Whinging, Self-Centered crap
Another solar cycle on this miserable planet, and all I've got to show for it is this rapidly decaying flesh husk, and a sense of overwhelming guilt and existential dread.
re: Whinging, Self-Centered crap
@Phorm And a bunch of people who love you, and a devastating intellect and imagination. And a hug from a filthy trash panda. *HUG*
re: Whinging, Self-Centered crap
You're far too kind to me. I don't think I'm any of those things, but I'll continue to be infinitely grateful for the friendships I have.
Thank you.
Aside: A family of raccoons used to live outside my dorm room in undergrad, and in the dumpster across from my apartment in grad school.
They was my friends.
re: Whinging, Self-Centered crap
@Phorm I had a crew of 3-4 Backyard Friends who I could see through my window when I lived at Transliminal. Sometimes they'd come as close as the tree branch right outside my window and they'd let me watch them for 20-30 minutes. I miss them. They reminded me a lot of me and gave me a lot of comfort in my final days there. I hope they've had good little lives.
Also, I really gotta get back to the Audubon Zoo and take photos of the horde of fat, happy, clean, healthy raccoons they've got there. Peg and I keep joking that we should check with our friend who works there and see if we can donate to a mechanical puzzle fund for 'em. :)
