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To be frank… i’d have to change my name.

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February 27, 2017 at 04:03AM


February 24, 2017 at 08:33PM

Yes… I’m still alive. I’m still in a lot of pain. If anything has improved, I’m sleeping better, my blood sugar is better, I’m a little less dazed and confused, not as fidgety and the creepy electric bolts of pain and numb aren’t as frequent. I just wish the pain itself would go away.


Whoever figured out the ‘days of the month correspond with your knuckles’ thing had too much time on their hands

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There’s really no reason at all why i would want to pay off any old debt someone else has purchased from [the entity] where the debt was created.

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if dogs could talk… You know they’d be saying, “You gonna eat that?” like, nonstop.

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i think we already have enough youth… Howsabout a *Fountain of smart?

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Hrmm… this seems kinda familiar

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“Today I need 2 pots of coffee. One to drink, & one to put my feet in.” ~Bob Collier

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“i fly people”

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February 16, 2017 at 11:30PM

You know that guy stumbling like Bub in “Day of the Dead” with the long, unshaven beard matted with food, muttering angrily to himself that his big toe hurts and he just wants to cut it off as his crazy eyes dart suspiciously side to side with pathos and mania barely seething under the veneer of another face in the crowd? Yeah… that was me just now through the grocery store.


One would think captain crunch should have amazing abs.

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i think a pretty good thing to have as your epitaph on your gravestone would be, “It didn’t make me stronger.”

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February 15, 2017 at 10:09PM

Over the past few hours things have been getting worse. Calling my nuerologist tomorrow. Lots of pain in my foot and all sorts of jabs and electric jolts in my toes and the sole. Right now my little toe is just buzzing like pinpricks. My blood sugar has been between 180 and 200 and I started a new diabetes med today in addition to the one I already take. I’m in purgatory right now where time has no meaning. Can’t really focus on much.


i dunno why i thought this would be a challenge for a second… “Name a drink without the letter E in it.”

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What if you lived in Pompeii, & played that “the floor is lava” game

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Why can’t coffee just come out good?

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February 04, 2017 at 01:08PM

What nobody tells you about any major disease is how it wears away on you psychologically. We are all prisoners to the mechanics of our own bodies. We’d like to think we are in control of our own lives but then this thing comes along and sweeps you up in its ebb and flow of its own direction. This thing… it has no regard for your plans, hopes, dreams, aspirations… any of that. It doesn’t care if you have enough money to deal with it or your life or those around you who depend upon you. But it is a part of you all the same. So often, people with great intentions will posit some miracle cure they just know will help you. Just do this thing and it will all be gone. It seems tempting, but this very, very rarely works and often, it shifts the blame onto you. If you’d only taken this step, you wouldn’t be suffering right now. And that belies the whole problem. Most of the time, if you are following the advice of your doctor… you know, the person who graduated medical school and spent years studying the very thing you are now grappling with, then you really are doing whatever you have within your control. But this monster that is you rages on. It’s humbling. It hangs in your thoughts. Because the idea that you could do just one thing and make it all stop constantly fires in the background. It is in these most dire moments, I feel like a slave to myself, and I resent this feeling deeply.


So hard to believe it, my grandfather Robert “Bob” Collier has passed away. The family desires prayers.

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“So, what kind of music do you like?”

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