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I also keep thinking about dying and you are most certainly welcome into the wetroom.
I don't have a tub, just a shower because my landlord is a savage who won't let me bathe, but my neighbour is a pizza place so that makes up for it.

This is going to turn into the most homo-erotic suicide party ever, isn't it?

Who cares, it's not like we'll remember anything. Except maybe Sharky's downstairs forrest. But that's mostly cause I want to remember that.

Olin wrote:I also keep thinking about dying and you are most certainly welcome into the wetroom.
I don't have a tub, just a shower because my landlord is a savage who won't let me bathe, but my neighbour is a pizza place so that makes up for it.

This is going to turn into the most homo-erotic suicide party ever, isn't it?

and apparently most well fed

If Sharky's downstairs forest isn't shaped like a shark fin there will not be enough words in English to describe my disappointment.

Also, Strange Tales, I don't think anything anyone could say would make that process any easier and I don't really think the grieving ever changes, you just adjust to it. That grief becomes a part of you that you just learn to carry. It's hard and can be miserable but it has to be hard and miserable as I'm sure you know. Don't feel bad about it still being so heavy, it takes as long as it takes and you should be allowed to feel however you feel without pressure. Don't be afraid to take some time to yourself every now and then, getting away from everyone is great for letting you deal with yourself without limitations or obligations.

Olin wrote:If Sharky's downstairs forest isn't shaped like a shark fin there will not be enough words in English to describe my disappointment.

It's really awful down there. I looked in the mirror recently and made a sound that was like a sigh meets dry heave. It reminded me of the time I had to give my awful penis a pep talk. Wish I could say that wasn't the last time that happened.

Regarding food in the tub. One of the best weekends of my life involved eating dumplings in the shower. I highly recommend some sort of dumpling/perogie/empanada/ravioli/samosa type snack for the shower. Anything in that family will work. I can bring them. Just let me know if anyone has any dietary restrictions (although I don't see the point cause we're going to die anyway but alas that's what friends are for).

Strange Tales wrote:man, I just miss my Dad. It's like my first thought every time I wake up.

I want to do stuff but shit I still feel awful. It's already been 3 months but it feels like yesterday. Who knows how long this grieving shit takes.

I'm so sorry brother.

$harkToootth wrote:

Strange Tales wrote:man, I just miss my Dad. It's like my first thought every time I wake up.

I want to do stuff but shit I still feel awful. It's already been 3 months but it feels like yesterday. Who knows how long this grieving shit takes.

I'm so sorry brother.

My pops died in 2001. Still think about him everyday. Don't know that it ever gets easier. You just adjust to the new reality of the situation. Sorry for your loss, shit sucks.

Yea I know it never leaves. But I'm at least at peace with my Mother's passing now, only took a solid 10 years of being a lost, shitty pre-teen -> teen. I'd really like to not be out of it for another decade. That seems extreme to me though but fuck.

Strange Tales wrote:Yea I know it never leaves. But I'm at least at peace with my Mother's passing now, only took a solid 10 years of being a lost, shitty pre-teen -> teen. I'd really like to not be out of it for another decade. That seems extreme to me though but fuck.

Very sorry for both losses, can't be easy. Usually it takes walking through at least 1 years worth of Holiday's/Traditions before people can really start healing, but I don't think it ever goes away.

i can testify that it doesn't. my dad died in 1989, and my mom in 2003. my dad's funeral absolutely destroyed me, especially because of how it affected my mom, and i still miss my mom all the time. they had their foibles, but they were good people at heart and really did love me. when i was all shattered after my divorce in 1995 mom was the only person who would just listen to me and never judge. i wish i could talk to her today.

hope you all the smoothest transition and rest...
my dads side of his family were flat out vultures and gave me his remains to keep in my closet, then me deranged moms been chalkin on about passing for years, coughing all time.. which stresses me the fudge out cuz shes the only family member I have...was adopted, and pretty much everyone they were related to died...not good to be alone. just get pissed off thinking how their family members have treated my parents, conceded savages. related or not their always going to be physically with you...and in my case I have nothing good to say about that but self reconstruction/analyzation of the remodeled self.

Got new power supply.
Didn't fix my computer/

bands need to label the record speed on 12"ers shit more clearly

Blackened Soul wrote:bands need to label the record speed on 12"ers shit more clearly

dude forreals. every ta album is a 33rpm except for is survived by which is 45rpm. and there is no fucking indication anywhere on any of their lp's labels or sleeves what speed a given record is.

Jesus fucking Christ on a tree, engagement rings are a stupid ripoff.