Ozzers in the postal survey said yes to same sex marriage in every State and Territory.Will this now mean our LGBTI comrades now get to marry the person they love? We'll find out...UPDATE: Sucked in, bigots.UPDATE2: It wasn't okay to say no. It was their right to say no but it still didn't make it morally right. And if your very old book can't handle how gender and sexuality works in reality then maybe it is time to re examine your sticking with that motel drawer stocking stuffer.
Articles from Harrangue Man
I'm worried I'll be the one who has to tell theboy about the chickens and it triggered an attack; just the idea of his distress tripped me into this state.
The right leg egg popped during ministration and after a mass of it drained there was padding applied to soak the rest. I'll risk a shower soon and see how it went in the night.But before shower and egg check I went outside and found three of the chickens murdered in the night; not eaten or carried off—just killed. Two of the chickens survived; a brown and the big gray one.
With thanks to Dr. Seuss ... who was not named Seuss and was not a doctor.. The left egg dent is still oozing but the flow is slow and while it's back to gauze to soak it up it just means more time to heal but heal it will.Enter, stage right, the next egg. It's been in my leg for years, rising then falling.
I had to drive across the ACT and back and in doing so had an anger attack about childhood. When I got home I announced I was rubbery in a quavery voice, went to the shed and cried.Then my son came in and asked if I wanted to play D&D. I've been running him through solo adventures starting at level one. He was midway to a ruin to explore it when we last we left it having critical killed with a scorching ray a dire badger before it even got out of its den mouth. I said no initially.
My psych asked for my middle name and after giving the real one added that sometimes it's "the fuck". As in 'I'm Mikey "the fuck" X!' and it's typically yelled after a space out when I've flipped from sitting and crying to anger and oratory.I do have tickets on myself—but then I'm a stellar performer.
My chat chair is an old wooden blue number with the backing long torn away that I've taken with me from childhood. It used to be in the bathroom but an IKEA seat with towel rail replaced it. So into the shed it came and has become a fixture.Except for the fact it presents a hazard to aging balls.
Since exposure to memories past—and I'm about to go through it again with my psych—I've suffered a recurrence of boiling mad space outs where I sit angry and crying. I was in the middle of one when I realised the best way to defeat it was doing something positive.
I decided on a mission on the BYB and I accepted the risk that the chain would come off. It was off before I started so I practiced getting it on by having to get it on. I used advice from thewife and with that got it back on after one or two cracks..The chain came off twice before it snapped all together and just as I'd started the stretch that is all hill. Fuck it.