Need for speed.

Yes, he does have quite the need. That poor girl. What’s she gonna do when the Scientologists eat her brain?

Props to TP for the URL.
Word.
To your mother.
Yes.
I did just say that.

Why?

I just found out a friend’s mother died this morning. I haven’t talked to this guy in a while, he’s actually more of a friend through a friend. We both left Manhattan and went to KU. He lived with Dan, the Samoan ex-boyfriend who everyone thought was a Mexican hippie, for a couple of years. He is also extremely close with Abbie, who has been mentioned several times on this site.

We all knew she was going to die. She’d been sick for a really long time. Everyone was waiting for it to happen. The doctors sent her home so she could be with her family at the end. Both of her sons didn’t want to leave the house for fear if they were gone when she passed they’d never get to say goodbye. That’s the one bright spot. Her husband and both of her sons were with her.

When things like this happen, you tend to reflect on yourself and your life. It’s selfish really, but I can’t help it. I am so blessed to be healthy and have all the people I love healthy as well. I don’t know what I’d do if a close family member or friend got sick. I know I wouldn’t be as strong as this family.

I can’t imagine what they’re going through. But I hope they know there are so many people who support them. That’s no consolation, of course, when someone you care for so deeply is lost. I guess, at least she isn’t suffering anymore. At least she’s at peace. But that really doesn’t make me feel any better. And I’m sure right now, it doesn’t really help them either.

Happy Birthday!

It’s my one-year website anniversary. Literally, one year ago today I posted the first entry on what would later become the Crazy Bananas phenomenon. Hooray for me! Let’s all have cake and drink beers. I think that sounds like a grand idea. Don’t you?

Happy birthday to me and my PowerBook “Macaroni.” This is our anniversary picture from one year ago. My, how we’ve grown. We’ve had quite the virtual year. Also, happy “interview for new job day” to me. Let’s hope I don’t say “fuck” during the interview. Or “poop.” Or “shit.” Possibly “crap,” but only under the right circumstances.

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