Either way, being dead is going to be like listening to a shiat local radio station. And Vanessa Feltz is the radio host/DJ. You won't be listening to The Cure, especially their new album when you're dead.
You'll be fine. You won't know you're dead. Because you'll be dead.
My preferred version of the afterlife is being a conscious "spirit" who can time travel anywhere in the universe. I'd just go back and spend eternity watching bands I love, front row... watch albums being made... political events... the future...
Too bad that's another afterlife fantasy too.
If you have a lead on Brisbane 21 August 1992 - CT version, for the love of Bob, let me know. Please!
At some point I seem to have decided it's virtuous for me to dress like I just crawled out of a dumpster any time I am not at work or on a very special outing. Yes, I save a lot of $ on clothing. But I look like my pants are 10 years old because they are.
Now that I have, it seems, reached the female biological expiration date (oh, the shame!) I feel a greater urgency to help people. Not masses of people, just individuals. It's like I know my time is limited on this earth and my mission is to do whatever good I can to make a small difference in the lives of other people in hopes of a butterfly effect. It's nice, on one hand, to feel like making "small differences" is enough, rather than the idea when I was young that I might make a BIG difference.
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It is only just now that I realized that "Songs of a Lost World" is an anagram for "S.O.S. Slow fart. No gold." Whatever RS is trying to tell us, it seems important to me.
It is only just now that I realized that "Songs of a Lost World" is an anagram for "S.O.S. Slow fart. No gold." Whatever RS is trying to tell us, it seems important to me.
Thanks for making me laugh. Of course, I’m sure you’ve cracked the code!
My grandma was a very intelligent and wise woman, very special to me. She used to tell me many stories from her long life and give me many really good pieces of advice. One of them was "there is no real friendship at work". She meant most of all the office world as all her professional experience after WWII came from there. I found it to my cost many times. When the hell am I going to finally learn that?!
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.
My grandma was a very intelligent and wise woman, very special to me. She used to tell me many stories from her long life and give me many really good pieces of advice. One of them was "there is no real friendship at work". She meant most of all the office world as all her professional experience after WWII came from there. I found it to my cost many times. When the hell am I going to finally learn that?!
For the most part, I have never liked to mix work with pleasure. I don't like to attend work parties, for example. It's easier to keep clean boundaries, IMO.
My grandma was a very intelligent and wise woman, very special to me. She used to tell me many stories from her long life and give me many really good pieces of advice. One of them was "there is no real friendship at work". She meant most of all the office world as all her professional experience after WWII came from there. I found it to my cost many times. When the hell am I going to finally learn that?!
For the most part, I have never liked to mix work with pleasure. I don't like to attend work parties, for example. It's easier to keep clean boundaries, IMO.
Thankfully, I now have an office of one.
I don't mind to go for a beer with some colleagues or have a beer/bbq gardenparty at yard at our workplace - because I can leave anytime I want. But I don't like teambuildings, where you are away and can't go anywhere else. And many of them became drunk as fudge pretty soon.
My grandma was a very intelligent and wise woman, very special to me. She used to tell me many stories from her long life and give me many really good pieces of advice. One of them was "there is no real friendship at work". She meant most of all the office world as all her professional experience after WWII came from there. I found it to my cost many times. When the hell am I going to finally learn that?!
For the most part, I have never liked to mix work with pleasure. I don't like to attend work parties, for example. It's easier to keep clean boundaries, IMO.
Thankfully, I now have an office of one.
I don't like parties, too. I just used to spend with one of my colleagues plenty of time at work. I had known her before she started working in my department, I was her mentor and I really got to like her. That includes talking too much and too honestly about work stuff. Now it's turning against me.
I'll never learn.
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.
I found a wallet with everything still in it (cash, weed, etc.) outside my office this morning. Someone had carefully placed it aside and camouflaged it.
Because this person seems to be “unbanked” and paid via debit cards loaded by employers there is no incentive for the companies to contact the cardholder and let him know I have his wallet. They just call and tell me to destroy the cards and that they’ll email him to let him know they been canceled. So they can contact him, but only for that…
Rich people get all the breaks.
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Word to the wise, test your sunscreen PRIOR to going on vacation and before slathering it all over your body like I did. I was diagnosed with contact dermatitis yesterday (allergic reaction), and my arms currently look like hamburger helper.
