tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post8202967921856120381..comments2023-11-05T06:51:59.897-05:00Comments on Louie Pit Bull (and Ollie Beagle): HAPPY THOUGHTSUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-74447970794873971092009-10-22T00:15:59.060-04:002009-10-22T00:15:59.060-04:00Adam, be stronger than your disease. Have the cou...Adam, be stronger than your disease. Have the courage to say no to the Beast.<br /><br />I have never wanted to leave this earth more than when my Mufasa died on Monday, but I know I need to be here. I told death no. Even though every fiber of my being wants to leave this place. You can conquer your beast, and I can conquer mine. :)Nanettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00231337529095618513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-44385081836548809922009-09-19T21:09:09.264-04:002009-09-19T21:09:09.264-04:00Alexis: *muchlove*
Sullivan: All I can say ia tha...Alexis: *muchlove*<br /><br />Sullivan: All I can say ia that you KNOW me. You *know*. I appreciate your commentary, man. This is obnoxiious. I *know*. <br /><br />Matty-Doc: Dude. You be Jesus-like. I'll wash your feet, eventually. Or at least polish your statue. =)<br /><br />Girl: I can't say that I have I have done a damn thing. I have daze. <br /><br />....Adamity73https://www.blogger.com/profile/15099910386253671313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-81545039783203119872009-09-19T13:25:23.205-04:002009-09-19T13:25:23.205-04:00Bro,
Every single person on this planet is fighti...Bro,<br /><br />Every single person on this planet is fighting their own personal demons... most people arent as honest as you though... Here's where you have a footstep in the door to freedom.... You're telling you're self the truth...You're choosing to see reality... the good with the bad... <br /><br />Be kind to yourself man... you've always done the best job you knew how given the circumstances of your life... Now that you know better... you will do better...And you'll keep walkin that broken road to freedom... <br /><br />Sending Peace~Love to you bro,<br /><br />MMaithrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17039947095595430108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-33391545809134438932009-09-14T21:19:06.090-04:002009-09-14T21:19:06.090-04:00thinking of you Adam.. consequences suck. You can...thinking of you Adam.. consequences suck. You can love a person but just not be able to live with the impact. Just know that you're a good person, but your car got hijacked. So now you have to get back in the driver's seat.<br /><br />See? I love you so much that I hurl cliches in your direction hoping it will do some good.aleximacnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-57064294841979255282009-09-11T12:56:02.703-04:002009-09-11T12:56:02.703-04:00Adam -
It ain't easy, that's for sure. Bu...Adam -<br /><br />It ain't easy, that's for sure. But you know that much going in, so that makes it just a bit easier. Dig?<br /><br />Surround yourself with love. Get the people who love you to be with you, as often as it is possible for them to be there - 24/7, if possible. Do the things you love to do (aside from drinking) and revel in the good times you 'll find yourself having without the monster by your side. As you awake each morning, do a survey of yourself and enjoy the good feelings unencumbered by fogginess, foul mouth, headaches, or whatever else will remind you of the downside of the drinking. If you need to, cultivate a totally different addiction, one that's useful for you - softball is something you like, right? Find something like that and bury yourself in it, deeply.<br /><br />There are enormous joys and possibilities outside of the bottle. Inside of it, for you, there's nothing but despair in the long run. But you know that.<br /><br />Most important: Get those folks (and animals) who love you to surround you. Do it now, do it forever if need be, but do it, man. They love you. They want to help. They really do.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-5528844784361178392009-09-09T13:02:17.179-04:002009-09-09T13:02:17.179-04:00I have to agree with Lori Jean. Put the drink dow...I have to agree with Lori Jean. Put the drink down for good - and be grateful for everything you have in life before it's gone for good. XXXOOOThe Girlhttp://clarkiegirl.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-111748185850883432009-09-03T18:44:23.746-04:002009-09-03T18:44:23.746-04:00Lori Jean: "The man [I] claim [I] want to be....Lori Jean: "The man [I] claim [I] want to be." Hell, yes. I claim it and I sincerely do want to be that guy. The guy who I am right now is not worth a spit in the ocean. At this point in time, I am scared, in debt, alone and wondering about, deep deep down, just who in the hell I really am. Am I a jerk? At this point in time, I have to say yes. I let my alcoholic dark side out of its cage and it has wreaked havoc in my life. Some aspects of my life may be too stained to salvage. I hope to God that is not the case, but maybe it is. I pissed off my Best friend (and her daughter) and I understand fully why they excused themselves from my/our life (lives). It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that I am swirling down the drain...and by my own hand. Can this slide be altered? Oh, yes. It certainly can be. But, as much as I have pissed off others, I have pissed myself off tenfold more. The self-loathing I have for myself right now is damned-near tangible. My aura is black. I am depressed. And I am left hoping that my Best friend will come back to me, at least answer my texts and phone calls. I understand, though, why she may not. A woman and her daughter need solidity, not the mess of a man I am, right now. To be continued....<br /><br />Anon: There sure as hell doesn't seem like there is another option, right?<br /><br />Franklin: Unfortunately, I didn't make a damned thing up. This is my life, at this point in it. I am pissed at myself and second-guessing my (drunken) decisions and it makes me want to poke hot needles through my eyes. Will I? Hell, no. But the thought is there. It's kind of like Syphius. (I'm sure I spelled his name wrong.) He was/is a character in Greek myth who was doomed to forever try to roll a boulder up a hill. Every time, without fail, he *almost* crested the hill, only to see the boulder roll back on down. I see a lot of myself in him. I go for short periods without the snake wrapped around my neck and then I shrink from strength and glorify the drink and I find myself right back in the situation in which I had hoped to never be again. But...here's the catch: With prolonged alcohol use, the valleys become deeper, the "oh-shits" become more pungent. "Did I do that? Why?!" It is a downward spiral. I can--and will--get my ass out of this. I am far too good at heart to let myself kill myself...slowly, ever-so-slowly. I want the good Adam back. Fuck--fuck!--the Hyde-side. It becomes a question of how much pain an individual can tolerate. I, apparently, can take a lot. But I am SO fucking sick of it. One may only meet their true love once in a lifetime. I am so worried that I met mine--and I love her without end--and that I frittered the love away. THAT is what concerns me. THAT is what keeps me up at night. If I think too hard about the good times we've had, I will cry. I will explode tears from my eyes. She means the world to me. Without her, I am half of a person. I hope she knows that. I hope she knows that.Adamity73https://www.blogger.com/profile/15099910386253671313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-28824281851851975382009-09-03T11:36:50.602-04:002009-09-03T11:36:50.602-04:00Dig deep. You know the strength is there...this p...Dig deep. You know the strength is there...this post is far too honest and genuine for you to be making that up. You've got it in you to fight every minute of every day and if that happy train goes off the tracks, you KNOW that you have people who can help you get it back on.Frankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14790581079702348943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-90813967909334935292009-09-03T07:15:53.397-04:002009-09-03T07:15:53.397-04:00take the meds ...every daytake the meds ...every dayAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36779894.post-48309258632045420132009-09-02T15:28:05.180-04:002009-09-02T15:28:05.180-04:00You can't drink. Ever. It isn't dramatic...You can't drink. Ever. It isn't dramatic, it isn't romantic, it isn't special in any way; it just is what it is: a simple fact. You can't drink. Unfortunately you have to come to that understanding, and take on that understanding as a reality, applying it to the way in which you live your life, until you can set things straight and be the man you claim you want to be. I wish you nothing but the best of luck and you are in my thoughts and prayers.Ljhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16589419403667796211noreply@blogger.com