Sweetie Pie, my albino parakeet, died yesterday. It was sudden and inexplicable.

If we all take a moment to think about it, really think about, there are things in this life that we would find to be worse than death. Some people would rather die that become a paraplegic. Some people would rather die than suffer severe facial damage that would render then unrecognizable ( Read more... )

they have inspired me to write more of St. Valentine's Day Massacre...which I have been jonesing to do for a while now.  Working full time has cut into my writing.  Tomorrow I pull a twelve hour shift.  I vacillate from passively suicidal to suicidal.  I can't tell if its my meds or if my meds aren't controlling my depression after Gramps' death.  ( Read more... )

( fucked up )