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This still kills me.
Woman Calls 911 Over Wrong Burger King Order
Oh my….
Argh.
It is, however, “necessary” (only one ‘c’) to be grammatically correct. And it’s “recEIve”, not “recieve.”memespot.net
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Just as I came from the earth, I shall return to it… My soul yearns for a rootedness that only a connection with nature can provide.
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Liz.
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“Bilbo and Gandalf” - Calvin and Hobbes mashup
In vote here
“If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep woods, and I’d look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.”
- Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery
People say growing up sucks...
Let’s get real. This is a really personal post, so shove it if you don’t like it.
Most of ilex_amethyst’s post, which is shown below my own comments, can be said of myself, give or take a few things. It inspired me to write all this, so yeah. Bear with me.
I don’t have a husband, but I do have a wonderful boyfriend. I have 3 older brothers and 1 younger sister, so I’m that awkward kind of middle child. Both of my parents were alcoholics and drug addicts. We lived in squalor; all I can say is to imagine filth, no food, and no electricity. The memories of all that happened there are too many, too vivid. At age 2 I was taking care of my infant sister while my brothers were in school. She’s like my child. Hard to describe.
My siblings and myself went into the foster care system…no way to describe it unless you’ve been in it. Afterward 1 brother, my sister and myself lived with our grandparents; my other 2 brothers got sent to another grandparent. That split-up was so hard on all of us.
Sometimes I’d give anything to have no memory of anything before age 15.
I never, ever want to be a child again. All I ever wanted as a child was to be grown up, and I’m glad some wishes come true.
and they’d rather be kids again… Not me. I grew up without a home most of the time. Swapped around from family to family. I was dragged to churches that scared me by different family members. Watched as my mother tried to kill herself with drugs and sliced her pretty skin to try to deal with…
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