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[apocalypsos]

I'm stealing a page from frogmajick, even though I've already told my mom and dad this and I'd like to think they'd remember.

If I'm in a horrible accident or something and end up in a coma, for the love of frosted donuts, would you just let me go? I'm not sure I believe in Heaven, but I definitely believe that anything ... anything ... has to be better than lying in a bed staring at the ceiling. And if you believe in Heaven, then why do you want to keep me here?

Unplug my ass. (The first person to make a snarky crack at that gets trout-slapped.) I can't write, I can't read, I can't watch "Jake 2.0", I can't shag my friends list. Trust me, I'm not having any fun.

And if I'm braindead? Yeah, as much as the morbid, Halloween-lovin' part of my brain would like to be a zombie, let's not do that, okay?

And remember what I said about donating my organs. Whatever you don't give to the needy, I bring back from the afterlife and fling at your head.

There. Now that's saved for posterity.

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[impulsiveone.livejournal.com]

i don't care how much it costs or if medical science has'nt found a cure. keep my ass alive. i wouldn't give a damn if i had to have a catheder up my ass to do so, i enjoy my life far to much to miss anything. sure there are certain aspects of my life that i could probably do without, but for the most part i enjoy being alive. i can't really speak for anyone else other than myself and eating my food intraveniously, wearing a bedpan and drooling on myself doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun, but when medical world finally does fix my broken ass i'll still be alive and enjoying things like sunsets, drawing a good picture or laughing at a friends joke.