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Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
Frankly :: Jo

As I have mentioned several times today, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross can kiss my ass.

    TAGS:  Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, kiss my ass

Bargaining :: 'mouse

“I’ll do anything—confession, burnt offerings, just name it,” Juan pleaded after he began to notice that nearly every red light was now coming equipped with a pedestrian to push its walk button.

    TAGS:  Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

anger :: pam

Yellow light! Bastards! shouted Juan, as he gripped the wheel and put his foot to the floor.

    TAGS:  Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

denial :: pam

“They must be timed or somethin’,” said Eli, as they idled beneath Juan’s fifth red light in a row.

    TAGS:  Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Depression :: 'mouse

“Fucking Job had it easy,” moaned Juan as idled at the intersection, checked his watch, and realized he was going to be late to court to challenge the ticket for running that red light (“it was yellow, yer’honor… yes, I know I’m late, let me explain”).

    TAGS:  Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

acceptance :: bakerina

Idling behind Eli, Bronwyn thought, och and began to cast forty stitches onto a size 6 needle for a dishcloth.

    TAGS:  Elizabeth Kubler-Ross


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