LostSheep

What else am I going to eat with my tea?

My pokemon is Kotung I live in the grasslands of Ireland, and my diet consists mostly of rocks, insects and tea. Characteristics (Combat and Non-combat) I can eat broken glass. I can spit hot death. I can spit sledgehammers. I can breathe poison. I can puke fire. I have bionic implants. I have intimate knowledge of kung fu. I can puke rocks. My natural enemy is Bertmander. Ok...So I guess I can spit hot death AND sledgehammers. Oh, and I can puke both fire AND rocks. Don't make me made, or I'll eat broken glass! Hm...I don't think Bertmander, my natural enemy, has TOO much to worry about.

Happy Birthday Paley! :)

If you knew that you only had a month to live, what would you change, AND WHY NOT CHANGE THEM NOW?

Anyone wanna answer the second part of the question?

Not to sound racist, but I prefer white. Hersey's Cookies and Creme is the BEST

No idea why this song is stuck in my head...

One common problem that I find with life, is that I procrastinate repentance. The atonement is good for our entire lives. So why not just repent right before we die? For all we know, time could be running out. Our lives could end without warning in a year, a month, a week, a day, or even an hour. Are the sins really worth an eternity of regret? Here's the question... If you knew that you only had a month to live, what would you change, and why not change them now?

Just kidding...Don't expect a weekly post. I recently attended a personal effectiveness seminar, and they handed out worksheets for us to fill out. When I received mine, the first question on it hit me like a ton of bricks. "What is one thing that you really want in life?" I looked around, noticing that everyone else seemed to be filling theirs out. Ten minutes passed and I had not written anything. "Happiness" was the first thing that crossed my mind. But seriously, what is that? I was starting to get frustrated. "How could I know know the answer to this question?" I thought. It's hard to end up where you want to, when you have no idea where that is. I never ended up writing anything on that worksheet. The only answer I could think to put was the truth. I don't know. I'm not the type however that leaves things unfinished. I'll return to that worksheet once I know the answer. Do you know what you want in life? Not what you think you're supposed to want, or have been told to want, but what you deep down really want out of life. Be specific.

For some reason, song. Please make it stop!Dum de da de dum. Dum de da de dum. Dum de da de dum. Dum de da de dum. Dum de da de dum.

When I was young...Like 5....just making that clear, I had an imaginary friend. It was a hedgehog. Did anyone else have an imaginary friend when they were young?

Yeah...That doesn't work with my bishop. Good effort though.

Lol...I would have chosen my weakness to be Kryptonite, sinse you don't see to much of that stuff laying around to begin with.

Thank you RachelleDrew...Your words mean more to me than you know. And I needed them now more than ever. Thank you for writing that response.

Yeah, I know. LostSheep's back in the advice forums. Never a good sign. Just note that I'm kinda venting here. I might say things I might regret. Yeah...most of it probably whining...self pity...excuses...and anger...I know...Waaaah. On second thought, let's try NOT go down that road...Here's where I'm at. There was a time, one month ago, where I made it a week...an entire week...without giving into my addiction. I took the sacrament. Then I messed up, and have been doing so since. I haven't been going to church. I haven't been going to the 12 step class. I hardly leave my house anymore. I spend all week, digging myself deeper into the addiction, and the chicken out, and avoid church. Then on willpower alone, I try to pick myself up, like right now, and keep going. But it's never enough, and I fall back down again. In my heart, I know that there is more to life to this pattern that I call my life. But I'm confused. I don't know the meaning of life. I don't know why I'm here, or what I'm doing. In my mind, I can only process 2 goals: Get porn, or avoid porn. That's it. And frankly, they both make me miserable. I'm on the edge of defeat here. Part of me wants to give up, and just leave. Leave the church and come back when I'm more mature, if at all. Maybe if I got rid of the resistance, I would just be happier. But a small part of me wants to keep on trying. And It's hard for me to ignore that. Something needs to change. It's obvious. What I'm doing isn't working. Perhaps I'm not looking for the right thing. Perhaps I already have what I need. Perhaps this post is so long that no one is reading anymore. There was a time when the gospel to me meant more than anything. Now, I ignore it. Even avoid it. I don't pray...When I do, I feel like my words don't make it past the roof. I don't read the scriptures....The bishop said no less than an hour a day. It was so overwhelming for me, that I stopped reading all together. Here's where the advise comes in...5 simple words. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? I don't want pity, I don't want comfort, I don't want attention, and I don't want respect. I want the truth. And I want help. I'm having a melt down...

Dravin, arrested draving drunk on the freeway.

Pam, arrested for indecent exposure, when she removed a gumdrop button in public.

RipplecutBuddha - Failure to show ID.

Yeah, probably...

need4peace: For not once, but TWICE referring to me as an ewe, when I'm CLEARLY a ram. Check my profile. It says male.

Is it wrong that those cuts of lamb are making my mouth water?

nbblood - Waiting until the next day to procrastinate doing his taxes.

Yes!!!!

Great idea people... Someone should make a "Sucking up to LostSheep" Thread. *crickets* ...or not.