Don’t worry about me.

I’m fine. Yes I gave away my sexy underwear. Not a big deal. Annoying yes. Be annoyed too. Support my cause, don’t worry. Ok, so I haven’t written funny witty humor and stuff because I’ve been a tad busy.

School started for my kids.

I purchased a domain and a friend and I are going to make it awesome…right friend? I hope he reads this. Anyway, I’m also exploring some social networking stuff.

Don’t worry still. My life doesn’t revolve around my death, but that is a part of my life. My life is actually falling down a bit of a rabbit hole right now, but I always wanted to skydive, and this feels pretty damn good.

Until later when I promote my site, social media, and sell tshirts. Ok, actually I will still populate this blog with wonderfully entertaining morsels. I have a glorious bed time story brewing.

Oh where, oh where are my underwear?

Just went through all my underwear and put the sexy ones in the “charity” pile. I think I’m going to throw up now. Why am I still alive again? Oh yeah, this. This cause, and my kids of course. They will learn to value death as well as life.

While you normal people are dancing around enjoying the normal things in life, remember some of us are out here throwing out sexy stuff as we finally accept that will no longer be us. Anyway, pretend I’m still sexy and support assisted suicide.

The Box

Once upon a time there was a box. It was a beautiful box, at least it had been. Over the years it had become dented and worn, but it still functioned as a box.

As time went on, the box became a little frustrating. The inside of the box felt stuffy and claustrophobic, while the outside of the box felt chained down. The bright colors of the box had become a dismal gray.

The world outside the box talked about how stable boxes should look and act. The world inside the box was comforted and sheltered by the box, but aware of its fragile state.

The world outside said the box should never open. The world inside needed the box. The box was dying.

What if the inside and the outside of the box agreed to open the box? The shelter for the inside world would remain stable and could be closed when needed. The outside world might not understand, but do they really understand now?

Here’s to open boxes!

Life and death emergency, please help me

I picked up a prescription today. If I had paid cash it would have cost $1,713.73. Thanks to my medicare “advantage” plan I paid $691.18. Thanks to my husband I was able to get this. The copayment would have been more than my monthly social security disability “benefits”.

There are thousands of people in America just like me. I’m not done yet. I have this cause, this movement to fight for, but many of those thousands are done with this life, but their body hasn’t died yet. Quit making your grandma choose between meds that make her sick, or food that she can’t taste, while she begs you to help her.

Let us go!

How dare you sentence us to a life of meager existence to ease your conscience!

No one should spend their life savings as they writhe in pain to wait until something “naturally” kills them. The arguments against assisted suicide stem from superstition and religion.

WAKE UP!

Someone reading this knows someone who can help me. Please! I’m just one person, but we can do this together.

Wonderful News!

Someone finally asked me why I want to die! It’s starting…

I went to two of the stores I frequent most and asked if my dogs can use their stores as training grounds for becoming service dogs. I want our min pin imposter to be capable of opening manual doors, picking up dropped items, pulling items off the lower shelves in stores, and being good. Our smaller dog rides on my lap in stores and I would like her to be able to pull items off midrange shelves.

My hands are growing dangerously numb. Like don’t know they’re in the fire numb. Multiple sclerosis always affected me from the waste down until a few years ago when my fingers started getting numb. Now it’s both of my entire hands.

I’m probably going to have to invest in some Dragon Naturally Speaking software for writing soon, so prepare for lots of typos.

Anyway, so a store employee asked me why I want to die. I explained how I want to plan my death just like people do weddings or funerals. I explained that I would like to pull the plug before my kids are wiping my ass. The only arguments I can possibly conceive are all religiously based. Why the un-religious members of society haven’t already pushed for this is beyond me.

I also got a chance to talk to a neighbor about this.

Bottom line though, I desperately need a lawyer. Has to be pro bono, but the publicity alone will be payment enough.

I spoke with the city attorney about it, and will post more from that conversation later, but I have a much bigger plan that I definitely need a lawyer before I implement.

Th city attorney recommended I speak with lawyers who are used to dealing with wills and stuff. So, if anyone knows a lawyer who is open minded, wants interesting cases, and willing to work for publicity, please direct them to me.

Church, Here’s Why People Are Leaving You. Part 1

Brilliant!

john pavlovitz

Being on the other side of the Exodus sucks, don’t it?

I see the panic on your face, Church.
I know the internal terror as you see the statistics and hear the stories and scan the exit polls.
I see you desperately scrambling to do damage control for the fence-sitters, and manufacture passion from the shrinking faithful, and I want to help you.

You may think you know why people are leaving you, but I’m not sure you do.

You think it’s because “the culture” is so lost, so perverse, so beyond help that they are all walking away.
You believe that they’ve turned a deaf ear to the voice of God; chasing money, and sex, and material things.
You think that the gays and the Muslims and the Atheists and the pop stars have so screwed-up the morality of the world, that everyone is abandoning faith in droves.

But those aren’t the reasons…

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Ok, that was a horrible title/expression

Sorry, proactive death squad is not going to work. Sounds too military/teenage/game.

So does anyone have an idea for what we should call, those of us who believe that death should be dealt with before it is too late?

Proactive Death Squad

I’m starting a movement. Join me!

I wrote “I want to die, ask me why” on a tshirt and wore it around town. No one asked me why. So disappointing, but im not giving up.

I am waiting to hear from the city attorney about the legal ramifications of planning my own death. In speaking with our local newsletter agency, it was determined that I should take full advantage of social media to network and create buzz.

The girl there said that the concept is newsworthy, and that I can keep her informed of progress, but I need to get a little more momentum before they would do an article on it.

So, basically I need to make a Facebook page for the cause, start recruiting, etc. I designed a shirt on Booster.com, but it might need a different design too.

Here’s a link for that: https://www.booster.com/dyingwithstyle. You can actually buy the shirt and support awareness, but there is a minimum order amount, so if I can’t sell enough, they won’t print.

I’m doing this, I will find a way to get it viral or something, please help! If you know web design, I could use a site. If you have ideas for a shirt to get people talking, please share. I also could use some sort of trademark or logo for all my material, if any of you do design.

I’m thinking of calling all of us who support this idea the Proactive Death Squad. Provocative enough?

I’m asking for free help, resources, etc. if you have any knowledge of fundraising/crowd sourcing, please give me ideas too! Thanks everyone!

Bliss

I know I posted it before, but I had to again. Long story…enjoy. I dreamed of you last night. Your intoxicating smell. Your fullness. I’m captivated by your steaming body. I need to feel your warmth on my tongue. I …

You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are: A Gimpy Monologue

My wise Sage.

The Musings of a Digital Vagabond

I sit and I roll, sometimes a dream standing and walking.

People say, “you’re so lucky you always have a chair with you.”

Shel Silverstein (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

While I’m thinking, you never really think before you speak do you?

Sometimes I wish I could be a chef, but then I realize that I may be too short,

my hands too jittery, it might mean severe injury,, and at worst death.

I wish I could make you see how lucky you all are, but then the more I say,

the more you fold your hands to your heart and begin to pity me.

you don’t understand the meaning of your own lives,

you wander around aimlessly like sheep,

with nothing for which to strive,

I wish I could make you see how lucky you all are.

to have legs that work,

to be judged on your merit

rather than what…

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