First. The stranger. I parked my car and walked to the bus like I do everyday. A few seconds later, my bus buddy pulled up in the parking lot behind the stop, getting dropped off by his wife. They stayed in the car. A few minutes after that, a guy walked up to the stop. Quite unusual looking for a commuter bus rider, so I thought he may be there for the local bus. He was wearing sweatshirt, sweat pants, a baseball hat and flip flops. In his hand was a plastic bag with a can in it. He lit...
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After much of the ranting and raving I’ve done, I found myself in a weird place. I am holding on to the anger and frustration. I mean, I’m sure psychologically I’m all fucked up in the head over this and I especially shouldn’t be assigning my blame on anyone. But, I DO blame that surgeon. And I will hold that against him forever. Please just don’t let me know his name. That is when it’s going to be very bad. So yep. I’m bubbling inside there. Like an extended and suppressed PMS. I’m fine and dandy until something sets me...
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Had to steal ‘Mazing Amy’s nickname for this rock star, humanitarian, cool ass motherfucker, my hero, for the title of the post. Motherfucking Bono is now a knight. Extremely appropriate. Irish rock star and global humanitarian Bono became a knight of the British empire Thursday — just don’t call him `sir.’ “You have permission to call me anything you want — except sir, all right? Lord of lords, your demigodness, that’ll do,” said Bono. I HEART Bono. I really really do!...
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032807_1315a.jpg Originally uploaded by theoakmonster. …This is the face that may or may not be hawking the KTLA Trafficast in a man-on-the-street promo coming out in a couple of weeks… *sigh* I’m going to be made fun of all over YouTube. I know it… ETA: No, no. I’m not doing commercial for Kettle Chips. LOL. Look at the bag, dawgs. It says, “SPICY THAI”! :) Hehehee…...
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As I talked to many people about my mom yesterday, one clear theme emerged. I want to track down the original surgeon who waved off chemo because “I got it all” and punch him in the face. One punch. That’s it. And a lot of screaming obscenities. In English. Sorry, Buddha. I know I’m not to embrace violence. But one punch instead of unleashing my martial arts on his ass IS already a practice of self-restraint. Anger is the only thing I have to hold on to right now. Otherwise, I don’t think I could’ve gotten out of bed without...
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Tomorrow I am going to kick the living shit out of the sandbag at Shane’s gym. I. Am. Angry. As mentioned before, I still have not gotten over the fact that Thai surgeons could be such pricks. “Oh, I got all the cancer in her lung. She doesn’t need chemo.” and “I’m older and therefore I’m right. Don’t argue with me on this. She doesn’t need chemo.” Fuck you. Who in the fucking right mind wouldn’t follow up a cancer surgery with a chemo or radiation? And you call yourself top doctors in the goddamn kingdom? FUCK. YOU. It’s not...
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