Such a classic movie. Really illustrates how soul-crushing our current system is.

In case anyone didn't know, the picture is from the film "Falling Down". I also loved it when it came out, and have been wanting to see it again to see if it still feels as spot on as it did at the time.

It is always time.

Not yet. Not. Yet.

Thanks Bob. I mean it.

Jesse, I tend to take breakups really hard and have found that the following exercise works really well. Your mind tends to focus on all of the positive things about the relationship after a breakup while blocking out the bad stuff. This makes the breakup suck a lot more than it has to. So... it really helps imo to make a list of everything that sucked about the relationship. Then, every time you are feeling like total ****, read through the list and possibly add to it. Be ****ing brutal. This can really help reset your brain and make you focus on the positives of the breakup. "Hey, this is kinda cool... at least I don't have to deal with that bs anymore!"

And as I am sure a zillion people have told you, getting back into dating of any shape or form ASAP helps a lot too imo. GL!

That's because Sunday night got you one night closer to next Thurday.

Well said, Bob. And to that end,

I'm pleased to report that Jesse has graciously accepted my invitation to join me in Scottsdale next week. Since the wife won't be making this trip, I intend to devote considerable effort to his social rehabilitation. My goal is for him to depart Scottsdale with that unique hangover that only very good red wine can deliver.

Wish me luck.

Howard Beale knows other types of places that can help.

I'm only interested in the ones that offer room service.

The cat died. I swear to god the cat just pitched her 50th life time seizure and didn't come out of it this time

You can get me laid but you cannot get me drunk. Fair. Firm. But fair.

I've kind of been doing this already mentally and it works amazingly well. The only times I have failed at it were when hungover ergo no more drinking.

Much condolences....my 17 year old cat died 2 years ago, and I still miss her.

"Its inhabitant are, as the man once said, "whores, pimps, gamblers and sons of bitches," by which he meant Everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, "Saints and angels and martyrs and holymen" and he would have meant the same thing.”
― John Steinbeck

No drunkards in Scottsdale, so I think you're safe.

She was 8.

You can read?!?!

Last.

False

Nothing is real.

Before they invented the internet, that's what I had to do.

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