::Emotional Garbage hits theTrash Can of the Universe::
So... yeah I've been having a lot of emotional stuff dished out upon me. It was a bit of a landslide actually. Got to hate it when mountains fall on you out of no where. ::boom:: You don't get a great deal of tiem to react to something like that.
To recap, Sabrina was very ill with pnuemonia for three weeks, had a friend die, has a grandfather in the hostiptal, and got in fights with all the members of her residentional family. Joy! :Grabs the black blag of emotional crap, swings it around a couple of times, lets it fly, and sloosh - nothing but net into the black hole of all known universes::
Now that that's all done with. ::Grins::
Now some of you may wonder how this little bumblebee suvrived this landslide... well it was all to the credit of ingenious escapism.
Blessed are the worlds of rpg's, story boards, books, movies, and the letters of Ricky. Very theraputic are they all!
As for clearing the pnuemonia... well that didn't go too well. It seems to truly be rid of that damnable coughing infection of the lungs, one must brake a rib, for indeed that is what I've done. I coughed so horridly in my session of illness that I freaking cracked one of my ribs. Well, I guess I'll give myself some credit. When I do soemthing I think I can honestly say, I do a good, damn thorough job of it.
I would like to give a special thanks to Chris for being so understanding and a DAMN good Story-teller for our RPG. Saturday Night's game was AWESOME. I want to go out and shoot the director of SWAT, because it sucked so badly. I would REALLY like to glump Ricky for his continued sending of stories and kind words to me. Alas, he is in Ohio... so I'll have to glump him from afar... ::pouts::
I would like to thank Robin William's for his find role in Dead Poet's Society. And thank my dad... unfortunately... for my laptop, for upon it I have festered many a tale that has soothed my soul and will surely corrupt others' when they read them online. Ah, therapy!
I hold you like an herbal pillow of doom, close and mircowave warm.
To recap, Sabrina was very ill with pnuemonia for three weeks, had a friend die, has a grandfather in the hostiptal, and got in fights with all the members of her residentional family. Joy! :Grabs the black blag of emotional crap, swings it around a couple of times, lets it fly, and sloosh - nothing but net into the black hole of all known universes::
Now that that's all done with. ::Grins::
Now some of you may wonder how this little bumblebee suvrived this landslide... well it was all to the credit of ingenious escapism.
Blessed are the worlds of rpg's, story boards, books, movies, and the letters of Ricky. Very theraputic are they all!
As for clearing the pnuemonia... well that didn't go too well. It seems to truly be rid of that damnable coughing infection of the lungs, one must brake a rib, for indeed that is what I've done. I coughed so horridly in my session of illness that I freaking cracked one of my ribs. Well, I guess I'll give myself some credit. When I do soemthing I think I can honestly say, I do a good, damn thorough job of it.
I would like to give a special thanks to Chris for being so understanding and a DAMN good Story-teller for our RPG. Saturday Night's game was AWESOME. I want to go out and shoot the director of SWAT, because it sucked so badly. I would REALLY like to glump Ricky for his continued sending of stories and kind words to me. Alas, he is in Ohio... so I'll have to glump him from afar... ::pouts::
I would like to thank Robin William's for his find role in Dead Poet's Society. And thank my dad... unfortunately... for my laptop, for upon it I have festered many a tale that has soothed my soul and will surely corrupt others' when they read them online. Ah, therapy!
I hold you like an herbal pillow of doom, close and mircowave warm.