The funniest stuff I have seen in a long time.
But wait, apparently there is someone in the world more creative than me. They took the audio from the above video and made a remix. Unbelievable.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
It ain't nothin for me to whoop your ass, bud.
Writing journals doesn't help me. I thought it would. The only thing that helps is a forgetful mind. And Corona. And laughter. Everything else is like taking an aspirin for a broken arm.
I hate all the seizures that Brett has. I hate the fact that he can't swallow his saliva and so he chokes all the time. I hate the constant urinary tract infections. I hate how he always looks like he is not having the slightest bit of fun. He is a shell of his former little self, and I feel awful about the quality of life he has right now. I hate EVERYTHING that he is going through.
I don't feel as depressed anymore. I really don't. I just feel drained, and pissed, and so aggravated at everything. I want to have him as long as God desires him here, but 8 freaking years is a long time to watch your child die. God, please heal this child.
I hate all the seizures that Brett has. I hate the fact that he can't swallow his saliva and so he chokes all the time. I hate the constant urinary tract infections. I hate how he always looks like he is not having the slightest bit of fun. He is a shell of his former little self, and I feel awful about the quality of life he has right now. I hate EVERYTHING that he is going through.
I don't feel as depressed anymore. I really don't. I just feel drained, and pissed, and so aggravated at everything. I want to have him as long as God desires him here, but 8 freaking years is a long time to watch your child die. God, please heal this child.
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