hence, Tone, you should renew your British passport. if I had that option, the mere fact of HAVING it would make me considerably less anxious.
the notion of Vance--a grifting whore with what looks like a rented life--being "in charge" of anything beyond the contents of his pockets is a pretty terrifying prospect but is one we'll have to g…
hence, Tone, you should renew your British passport. if I had that option, the mere fact of HAVING it would make me considerably less anxious.
the notion of Vance--a grifting whore with what looks like a rented life--being "in charge" of anything beyond the contents of his pockets is a pretty terrifying prospect but is one we'll have to get used to. having said that, I have no idea how to accomplish it. and right now, I feel like I'm allowed a few weeks to get my bearings. having said THAT, I have no idea where to find said bearings...
In 2018, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, 10 years after surviving breast cancer. At the time, I had various goals, one being living long enough to see my non-binary child graduate college in 2019, get married in 2020 (delayed to 2021) AND to see that horrible man out of office, and ultimately incarcerated. I miraculously achieved (most of) those goals, and more -- I'm now in good health. Once again, I have new goals (with the ever-present possibility of a recurrence) - to see my kid graduate from PA school, and to see that horrible man, and all his crazy friends turned out and incarcerated. I believe I'll see the graduation, the rest I'm not so sure about. But I will do anything I can to make it a reality.
hence, Tone, you should renew your British passport. if I had that option, the mere fact of HAVING it would make me considerably less anxious.
the notion of Vance--a grifting whore with what looks like a rented life--being "in charge" of anything beyond the contents of his pockets is a pretty terrifying prospect but is one we'll have to get used to. having said that, I have no idea how to accomplish it. and right now, I feel like I'm allowed a few weeks to get my bearings. having said THAT, I have no idea where to find said bearings...
Well, for one thing, we have to stay alive until the next election.
In 2018, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, 10 years after surviving breast cancer. At the time, I had various goals, one being living long enough to see my non-binary child graduate college in 2019, get married in 2020 (delayed to 2021) AND to see that horrible man out of office, and ultimately incarcerated. I miraculously achieved (most of) those goals, and more -- I'm now in good health. Once again, I have new goals (with the ever-present possibility of a recurrence) - to see my kid graduate from PA school, and to see that horrible man, and all his crazy friends turned out and incarcerated. I believe I'll see the graduation, the rest I'm not so sure about. But I will do anything I can to make it a reality.
another two-time cancer survivor! it's the best club I've ever belonged to, given the alternative.
I suppose a worthy goal might be to live in order to see him making spit balloons and/or paper clip necklaces.
jeez, that was soooo unkind, wasn't it?
I just successively overcame my impulse to take it back. already my heart hardens...
well there's THAT.
in your case, of course, you have kids and grand kids, which make the prospect a lot more appealing.