sleepy time..
one wonders what one should think about at the time for sleep..
word of advice - not stuff that pisses you off.
heh.
Archive for February, 2002
Well, it appears we may have another convert to the crack that is LJ 
We’ll see if he adds me to his friends list..
Right.. I’m just posting to be posting now.
I took the What Mythological Creature Are you? test by
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It really is hard to stop.
heh..
Chris - make that “What kind of LJ Crack Addict are you?” test already.
Must.
Have.
Fix.
I’m addicted to web tests.
It’s official.
Save me.
Which Star-Crossed Marvel Lover Are You?
Rogue.
I suppose it’s better than Jubilee or something.
Well, I’m feeling a little better after that post.. and I think I’m going to post here a lot more.. the community’s a lot.. larger.. and well.. a community.. I didn’t realize how many friends of mine were on this accursed thing.
don’t worry.. I call all things I’m not used to accursed.
The mirror me (Sean M. Posey - for those that don’t get it, my middle name is Sean) had this test, so I decided to have fun with it… odd. the P90 is one of my favorite weapons in Counter-Strike
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Which Firearm are you? |
Who’da thought..
At the end of January, I received some news that I’m reminded of on a daily basis. Robin, someone I didn’t know very well, but well enough to care deeply about, has passed away. She fought a long battle with Lou Gherig’s Disease, ALS. A year longer than expected, and I took it for granted.
Each day, I wake up, and think about how the world is now different without Robin.. Her family, no longer has a loving, and wonderful mother. Her other family, and organization being, currently, torn apart by legal battles, much less of a family without her. I’ll not comment any more on the horrible things that have been going on between the now nameless “Camarilla”, and WW, but the mention here was necessary.
I had emotional problems, that I hid very well, when I met Robin. Many would say I was probably not stable.. but I came out of it - through her love of her secondary family. She made me love it, too.
It’s moments, as the song says, that I question everything. Beliefs, ideals, society, and humanity as a whole. I tend to lash out, attack anyone who harms the ideals of the one I’d lost. I’m not, at least publicly, a very emotional person.. I have been since the 28th of January.
It’s taken me two weeks to post this, I’ve been trying to stay busy.
To my secondary family that I shared with Robin: Jericho, Rob, and many others, thanks for sticking with it as long as you have. And thanks for caring enough to devote such a large portion of your lives and hearts to something that rarely gives back any more.
If you find the need, or just have cash left over, please, donate something to MDA this year in the name of Robin Strahan. It may be too late to keep her in this mortal coil - but it’s not too late to save others. She is, I know, in a better place. I do not believe in god, but I know with all my heart, that Robin would not suffer any longer. If there’s any sort of being out there that is all powerful - it couldn’t contain such a heart and loving person in any sort of prison.
Soar, Robin.