RDTRN Archive - RDT Right Now #1882

RDT Right Now #1882

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Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2003 00:58:25 -0800
Subject: RDT Right Now #1882
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Do not hit reply to unsubscribe. To unsub, send a message to: <rdtrn-request@torithoughts.org> with "unsubscribe" in the subject and body. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Really Deep Thoughts Right Now Volume 03 : Issue #1882 . o - O - O - O - O - O - O - O - o . o o . o o O "Thoughts right now... O o What will become of me, o o Become of her, become of we?" o . o o . O O O - o - o - o - o - o - o - o - O o . o o o Tori Amos, "Thoughts" In this issue: o-o-o-o-o-o-o Birthday [ Nell Coffey <punkmonkeyrva@comcast. ] stuff [ Roxanne Rieske <rokzane@comcast.net ] keep the faith [ "juan manuel torreblanca" <cheefoos ] Isn't It Ionic? [ "J. Mathers" <jmathers@westol.com> ] a particularly violent poem [ Succubus Megan <Abulia@imaterrorist ] Missed a digest? Pick up a copy at the RDTRN archives: http://www.torithoughts.org/rdtrn/archives -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o [top] Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2003 05:33:29 -0800 From: Nell Coffey <punkmonkeyrva@comcast.net> To: RDT Right Now <rdtrn@torithoughts.org> Subject: Birthday First I want to thank everyone for their birthday e-mails. That was really cool, and thoughtful. So, my mom just called me at 7:59A.M., let me know I'm born now, sang happy birthday to me and let me go back to sleep. I may complain about her but she never lets me forget I'm still her baby. So far the birthday is going good. If I can keep this up I'll be a happy camper. Thanks again guys! -Nell P.S. I want a pony. And if I can't have a pony, I want a shotgun... -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o [top] Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2003 14:20:39 -0700 From: Roxanne Rieske <rokzane@comcast.net> To: "Really Deep Thoughts, Right Now" <rdtrn@torithoughts.org> Subject: stuff So I've been pretty damn busy. Been working about 50 hours a week since beginning of November and trying to keep up with school. It's a good thing I only have class one night a week. I've also been sick, but not with the flu (everybody get your flu shot before supplies are gone!). Have horrible sinus infection that will not go away. Been to doctor twice. I'm about ready to beg for cipro. For those who have the flu, make sure you are pushing fluids. Most people who wind up in the hospital because of flu are there because of dehydration. So remember these points: sleep, water, orange juice, and chicken soup. Roxanne -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o [top] Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2003 01:46:24 -0600 From: "juan manuel torreblanca" <cheefooska@hotmail.com> To: rdtrn@torithoughts.org Subject: keep the faith bethey, you've made me de-lurk... &, by the way, i can confess that your (not quite) secret love story has been one of the only threads that i've been able to keep in my mind here lately... & i've just to say: do believe... do trust... don¥t sit & wait... do respect... do love... who knows what love is? maybe an illusion like everything else... maybe a natural behavioural reaction that sprouts out of the fantasy of recieving happiness-solace-benefit... i certainly don't know... but, still, i believe... if it's an illusion, it's as close to real as we can get. so i'll keep my fingers crossed for you >Anyone ever heard of love feeling like the flu? Causing a fever? everytime i fall in love i (at least) come down with a devastating case of diarrhea (but i sorta think that's quite common) often i do get a flu & sometimes i pretty much feel tired all day... i dunno why... sometimes it's just the opposite... i get so much energy i can do EVERYTHING (or so i feel). Violet, i hope you get better before the holidays... so you can have a nice dinner, eat nice & rest nice without all those rollercoaster-after-eating sympthoms. & that's all... back to my well huggssies cheefooska-juan (who has sort of heard the librarian cd at a record store & doesn't really like it much because they've put her voice so in-your-face that everything's so far behind it makes him nostalgic) _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: smart spam protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o [top] Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2003 22:47:01 -0500 From: "J. Mathers" <jmathers@westol.com> To: <rdtrn@torithoughts.org> Subject: Isn't It Ionic? On Monday this week the ceiling in the living room started to leak. It was a small leak so we called in a plumber. Since there were multiple possible causes for the leak and we could not see through the ceiling, he tried one solution to fix the leak. However, the plumber picked the wrong solution and yesterday morning we had a major leak in the living room and the house was damaged. The plumber came in and tore out part of the ceiling and found the leak. We are looking at major expenses and the living room is a mess. We saw the problem coming and did all of our homework. We had the right people in place to fix the problem and it still went bang in the night. These are the frustrating cases were you did all you could do to prevent the crises and it still happened. Our daughter Judy was not feeling well on Monday and checked in the hospital in Rochester, NY. She had cancer and chemo but was now in good health. They did test all week trying to find the problem. There were multiple causes for her symptoms. They could not see into Judy and could not come up with a solution. At 6:00 PM last night we got a call from Larry, our son-in-law saying they finally determined her problem. They determined that she had internal bleeding but there was no crisis. They at last knew what the problem was but not where the bleeding was originating. At 1:00 AM this morning we got a call that Judy was in critical condition and will undergo emergency surgery. At 6:00 AM we got a call saying Judy is stable but had suffered several brain seizers and may have brain damage. We will not know if she is all right for several days until she regain consciences. We saw the problem coming and did all of our homework. We had the right people in place to fix the problem and it still went bang in the night. These are the frustrating cases were you did all you could do to prevent the crises and it still happened. "Ionic" is a song by Alanis Morissette. I keep hearing "Isn't it ionic, don 't you think" being song to me today. At times, strange things happen together and you do not understand why. It is terrible lying in bed all night with worst-case scenarios running through your head and being helpless in affecting the outcome. You keep asking why. You plan a funeral and then decide she will walk away from it and next you are planning a funeral. You worry what to do with the Christmas presents and then you assume everything will be all right. A few times "The Happy Phantom" goes off in you head. Then you ask why. It is terrible to ask someone "Is she still alive?". You finally realize you are here only because of things you cannot control and things you cannot control can take you away. Life is not infinite. Our granddaughter Morgan is 10 months old and is realizing there is something terribly wrong and this is tragic. I walked away from a terrible accident 5 years ago by apparently sure luck. Maybe God wanted me to live and the outcome of accident was more than luck. Maybe God wants to Judy to be all right. Maybe Judy will walk away from this and we all will be happy. I ask for your prayers. Jim Mathers jmathers@westol.com -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o [top] Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2003 16:26:05 -0800 (PST) From: Succubus Megan <Abulia@imaterrorist.com> To: rdtrn@torithoughts.org Subject: a particularly violent poem Hola mes amies, I wrote a very violent poem yesterday night when the <tab> key wasn't working for some reason. Very odd.... So please, read and review and accept the fact that, yes, sometimes I am a sick, sick bitch. *wink wink* Title: She Wore Furs At My Funeral I could break your ovaries like the eggs in my omelet I could give a withered glance and then let the insides spill... I would lick up all the juices and I would enjoy the taste of every generation you will never be the start of. of every single baby you won’Äôt squeeze from out your cunt. And the stunt you pulled today? With the furs and his reaction? Do you think that the attraction between my husband and yourself wasn't felt? like the heat of a cat beneath the moonlight? I could smell it. and the furs? Oh the furs! He loves the furs. You knew everything that I knew because I told you then, when I thought that I could trust you when I thought that I could use you to remember, to remember! just how good it felt to be to be young without my morals to be free without my guidelines to be me without the bindings that have kept me here in hiding in the shadow of my husband for thirty seven years. You're a trollop with your cleavage almost pushed up to your ears. When you wandered to his workplace in your heels and your furs Knowing just how much my husband always loves the feel of furs... I told you and you used me in a plan to make him yours... And I knew how much my husband always loves the feel of whores... I could slam your uterus and the sound would be like hammers I could cut off both your breasts and I could shave off all your hair I could take away everything that makes you a real woman And only leave a shadow of the thing that he had wanted. The neighbors both believe that my husband isn’Äôt haunted. The neighbors both believe that a man who’Äôs so unwanted is alone. But the neighbors don’Äôt know all there is to know about devotion and emotion and the passion that has bound me for thirty seven years to a man who cannot see, to a man who has forgotten all the love that I have given in exchange for almost nothing but a ring, a house, and clothes, And you offered me a friendship, and I poured out all my woes And you used me and you fucked him, for what reasons? Jesus knows. I could fry your fingers or your eyelids, one by one I could rip away your lifetime and tear it to tiny shreds I could suck out all your pleasure to replace my murdered bliss I could take away your smile and those lips he likes to kiss I could break away your skullcap or add acid to your tea... ...But there’Äôs no way I could hurt you in the way that you hurt me How Now, Brown Cow? Megan Christine Auffart *************************************** "I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul." -Calvin and Hobbes *************************************** http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/abulia/ _____________________________________________________________ Sign up for FREE insane email from tshirthell.com's E-Mail Hell at http://www.tshirthell.com o-o-o o-o-o o-o-o o-o-o o-o-o o-o-o o-o-o o-o-o o-o-o o-o-o *** Chipmonks Roasting On An Open Fire digest *** To POST messages to this list: <rdtrn@torithoughts.org> Can't figure out how to SUB, UNSUB, or CHANGE ADDRESSES? 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