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[stoopbeck]

Wow. Guess I got shown.

I angst out a lot about stupid random stuff. Most of my journal is taken up with it. I just got back from painting people's nails in a nursing home. Most of them had no idea what was going on. If I ever complain about how sucky my life is, slap me. Please.

I think hell smells of disinfectant and dispair, of old people and young people who don't care for the places their charges have been, for what they've seen in their eighty-odd years, too old to hide the tears for what they once were, for a whole lifetime worth of memories-- sadness and mirth, laughter and birth, people whose bodies rot as their minds rot away, or, what is worse, their minds remain the same, but all around them there are changes from what they once knew, and there are so few of their old familiar friends to pass the time with...

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[espritdeterre.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well in that case I know what you mean. For a minute there, I was all, "Hey back off old people." And you were all, "Man, I like old people." So I was like, "Oh, that's cool." So you were like, "Alright." Yeah.

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

*snerk*

Yeah, no dissing of old people allowed.