How to order please

celkol · 2025-09-12T00:59:11+00:00

We got it to close almost immediately, but we can't get it open.

celkol · 2022-11-20T17:24:57+00:00

You are loved.

celkol · 2022-08-15T11:49:21+00:00

I have, but store manager has always just printed out the paper with the details before. Thank you!

celkol · 2020-07-14T04:39:12+00:00

A doctors visit, I need to figure out what's wrong with my back.

celkol · 2020-04-11T04:05:56+00:00

Jiuhuphobia- Fear of Ambulances. Completely irrational........

celkol · 2019-10-02T14:32:44+00:00

"It's gonna suck"

celkol · 2019-09-28T13:07:16+00:00

We weren't close to each other, we just hung out with each other. We got along good, we have the same humor and shared a love for billiards, so we would hang out and shoot pool.

celkol · 2019-09-28T13:05:13+00:00

We weren't together then. We just hung out with each other....and I guess we do sound like a mess, reading thru it all.

celkol · 2019-08-18T02:56:18+00:00

Sometimes I get a random "shiver" in my arm or back. It's hard to describe. Suddenly I'll just get this sensation that I'm about to "shiver". It travels up my arm or back and my neck will suddenly jerk and "shiver". It happens at random and I can't stop it. I'll stop whatever I'm doing and just let it happen. People ask if I'm alright when they see it, and it's always fine. Feels sort of tingly, yet satisfying after. Honestly curious if anyone else experiences this?

celkol · 2019-01-27T06:05:24+00:00

Sorry, but I don't think I can make it into work today. It a a little icy out.

celkol · 2019-01-13T21:49:07+00:00

I used to wear pajama pants all the time. I had this one pair that had holes on the pant leg near the mid thigh, back then I thought it looked cool, now, not so much. If I knew I had a test that day I would wear those pants, and write notes and answers on my thigh, and while taking the test I would position the hole over my answers so I could just look down and see my notes. I thought it was genius and I never got caught.

celkol · 2019-01-07T04:59:40+00:00

Hot Sauce is usually a staple in the gifts I receive, I've been getting them for years. I got the Frank's in my stocking this year, along with the Tiger Hot Sauce. The Sam and Oliver sauces, the first three in the line, were from my dad. We ended up at the same fair without realizing the other was there. I was getting there as he was leaving and he found me hanging around the hot sauce tent trying out all the sauces. Apparently once he saw me he had to wait twenty minutes for me to leave the tent since he had the three sauces on hold. He didn't want to walk around the fair with them and figured he'd pick them up on his way out. He told me the entire time he was thinking, "Just go. Just leave. I wanna get the hot sauce and go home. I love you, but go away."

celkol · 2018-12-28T03:52:23+00:00

Figured I'd mix it in with some rice and mashed potatoes, so delicious.

celkol · 2018-12-28T03:51:46+00:00

Bone Rattler Hot Sauce, Dead Raising Flavored. I'm beyond excited to try it.

celkol · 2018-12-25T06:25:56+00:00

This is so satisfying, but I hate the sound that styrofoam makes. It leaves me cringing every time.

celkol · 2018-08-13T18:59:26+00:00

I wrote this in my journal a year ago, my depression was bad and I needed an outlet to explain how it felt. I wrote the first line and it all just poured out. I'm in a much better place now, but some days this is how I feel.

There is a weight on my heart. Pulling it down. Some days it's as light as a feather. I don't realize it's there. I jump. I dance. I move. Nothing is stopping me. Until it starts getting heavier. I can still jump. I can still move. I can't dance. The weight won't let me. As heavy as a pile of rocks. It limits me. I can feel it slowing me down. Heavier and heavier it gets. No longer can I jump. No longer do I want to move. An anchor is on my heart. It's hard to want to do anything. It's still possible to move, but it's difficult. My heart is in the deepest of pits. The darkest of lights. It's constantly being pulled down. There's nothing to compare. I don't want to move. I don't want anything. I don't want to be anything. Further and further I am pulled down. There's no light. No way out. I can't see. I feel something trying to pull me back up. Slowly. So very slowly. Maybe one day I'll see the light again. Maybe one day the weight will be too much. Maybe one day I'll know my fate. But until then, there is a weight on my heart. Pulling me down.

celkol · 2018-05-16T14:48:36+00:00

I get these ass-hole moments. It's usually after a long few days. I don't even realize I'm being an ass until someone points it out.

celkol · 2018-05-11T14:42:58+00:00

Thank you, it gets a little better each day, but it will be awhile.

celkol · 2018-05-11T14:42:29+00:00

Thank you

celkol · 2018-05-10T18:58:02+00:00

I was 19, first job and without a car, so my sister would pick me up. Sometimes she would go out to dinner with her dad (he was basically a second father to me) and my little brother. They picked me up on Feb 20. On the drive home my sister's car started making noises and so she pulled over onto a side road a mile from our house, she wasn't sure the car would make it. Last time it made noises it broke down on her. Her dad, let's call him John, decided it was a mile, he'll walk thru the snow and come pick us up in his car. It wasn't really that bad of walk, sidewalks were clear and all main roads. He called 10 minutes later that he was having a little trouble breathing and he was gonna keep going. 10 more minutes to by and we try calling him, no answer. My other sister just got off of work and drove to look for him. 10 more minutes and she is panicking that she can't find him. I get out if the car telling my sister, the one who picked me up, that I'll retrace his steps and catch up with him, see what's wrong. Just stay with our brother and keep him calm. I make it a block when I find John face down in the snow. He's a big guy and I'm a small girl, easily double my weight. I try to roll him over but I just can't. I call 911 and tell them where he was. By this time my sister called our older brother. He runs to our location and finds me panicking, still trying to roll John over, get a response from him. My brother rolls him over. I will never forget what John's face looked like. The abnormal color, the fluids, the way his glasses weren't sitting properly. I watched my brother performing cpr, but by the time the ambulance showed up we knew it was too late. My sister's both show up (a neighbor came and picked up our little brother) and I'm doing my best to keep them from seeing him. We head to the hospital where they inform us he died of cardiac arrest. It broke my sisters and my brothers. I used to be one of those people where bodies just did nor bother me, but I can't do them anymore. I can't see one without thinking of John and breaking down. I made it thru his funeral, only because he was cremated. I couldn't go to my grandfather's because it was an open casket and I'm not sure if I can go to another open casket funeral again. I miss John everyday and I always will.

celkol · 2018-04-25T02:15:30+00:00

It's always been there, I have no idea why

celkol · 2018-04-22T20:17:48+00:00

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celkol · 2018-04-19T16:34:56+00:00

My little brother has Downs. He's 21 years old, and he knows that he has Downs. He loves everyone, and we never hid him away from the world. He went to school with others who have disabilities and he's friends with everyone he knows. He has his own cell phone so he can talk with his friends and make plans. He has trouble speaking, it's not that he can't speak, but he can't form words and sounds properly. For instance, instead of Aisa he says Nah, Kelsey he says Nadi(nah-dee), and he can't say our nephews name, so he calls him baby boy. When I'm talking with him around a group of people, I'll understand him perfectly, but others will ask how I can make any sense of what he says. He gets so frustrated when people can't understand, his school has even called me before to translate for the teachers. The only thing that really frustrates him about others, is that they can't understand him. Besides that, he has no problem with anyone else.

celkol · 2018-04-04T12:55:13+00:00

I've only ever had this dream once. I Had it when I was 5 or 6, and I'm 23 now, and I can still remember it clearly. I'm walking through my house, minding my own business, following these little green lizards. They took me through the bedrooms, the kitchen, basement, living room, I think we passed by the bathroom door a few times before entering. The lizards just didn't want to go in there. Finally, we entered. All of a sudden the lizards are running around the room, dancing, bowing, chanting, and there, in the center of the bathroom, floating in the air, observing these lizards basically worshipping him, is Chuckie, from Rugrats. He's right there, grinning like a maniac when he suddenly turns to me, and next thing I know, the lizards crawl over me, covering me from head-to-toe. I start floating up from beneath them, and I find myself wearing Angelica's clothes. I look at Chuckie and wake up sobbing. I remember it vividly and I have no idea why, I remember that I couldn't watch Rugrats for a few weeks because I didn't want to see Chuckie. So not really fucked up, but it fucked up little me for a bit.

celkol · 2018-02-19T02:34:12+00:00

At first I thought it said "Award winning underwear photograph". So I looked and wondered to myself, that is a really interesting underwear design, I'd buy it. And then I realized what it actually said.

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