Wednesday, August 24, 2005
- 5 baby doll tee's
- 7 tank tops
- 1 wife beater
- 3 pairs of pants
- 1 pair of jeans
- 4 skirts
- 2 short sleeve button downs
- 4 cardigans
- 6 pairs of shoes
- 1 hoodie
- 1 denim jacket
and four full days in New York.
Jesus Christ you would think I was going on a six month journey to some country whose name I can't even pronounce. I think I am just gonna have to move.
- 7 tank tops
- 1 wife beater
- 3 pairs of pants
- 1 pair of jeans
- 4 skirts
- 2 short sleeve button downs
- 4 cardigans
- 6 pairs of shoes
- 1 hoodie
- 1 denim jacket
and four full days in New York.
Jesus Christ you would think I was going on a six month journey to some country whose name I can't even pronounce. I think I am just gonna have to move.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
You know you have the best friends in the entire world when:
1. They throw you a surprise party in celebration of your 10 year wedding anniversary
2. They create hot and sexy t-shirts so that they can immortalize the occasion. (I look fucking delicious don’t I)
3. They get you really shitty on only the finest liquor
3. They come bearing gifts that vibrate and stimulate and vibrate some more.
4. I have three words, spin - the - bottle.
and last but certainly my favorite...
5. Even though you have only met someone a handful of times, they are still courteous enough to invite you to a double fisting party.
1. They throw you a surprise party in celebration of your 10 year wedding anniversary
2. They create hot and sexy t-shirts so that they can immortalize the occasion. (I look fucking delicious don’t I)
3. They get you really shitty on only the finest liquor
3. They come bearing gifts that vibrate and stimulate and vibrate some more.
4. I have three words, spin - the - bottle.
and last but certainly my favorite...
5. Even though you have only met someone a handful of times, they are still courteous enough to invite you to a double fisting party.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Some people can't wait to be offended - Larry Wachs
Might I add
Some people can't wait to be angry
Some people can't wait to be sick
Some people can't wait to be victimized
If you were looking at me right now you would think I just put a piece of dog shit in my mouth - I am so fucking disgusted.
Might I add
Some people can't wait to be angry
Some people can't wait to be sick
Some people can't wait to be victimized
If you were looking at me right now you would think I just put a piece of dog shit in my mouth - I am so fucking disgusted.
Monday, August 08, 2005
So I tell myself that at least she's no longer suffering. That she won’t have to gasp for one more breath and that the excruciating pain doesn't need to be masked by cc after cc of morphine. That she will be able to watch her beautiful son do all the things a parent should be able to get to see their kids do - even if it will be from above. That her pure spirit will resonate through her family and friends because she just had one of the purist souls that I have ever known. I tell myself that it is over and that a new chapter begins now.
And then I say FUCK THAT!
She was fucking thirty-two for God's sake. She dedicated her life to helping people. Her and her husband struggled to start a family and now she has been prematurely taken from them. Let's not forget that a little boy lost his mother today and a man lost the only love he has ever known. Her struggle seemed to last an eternity when in reality it lasted for two short months. It just doesn’t make sense to me but then again, how does something as chaotic as death EVER make any fucking sense?
I haven’t written about any of this because I vowed to myself that I wasn’t going to turn this into the all cancer blog but between my dad and my friend, this summer has been bloody fucking hell. Even though my dad is responding to chemo remarkably well and the doctors seem optimistic, it's hard for me to stay vigilant in my positiveness when cancer seems more like an epidemic rather than some random disease. Cancer is the new black for God's sake - The new goddamned black.
Melissa, again, was thirty-two. She married her high school sweetheart and they had a beautiful baby boy named Max. She died today after being diagnosed in June of this year with stage IV Melanoma.
And then I say FUCK THAT!
She was fucking thirty-two for God's sake. She dedicated her life to helping people. Her and her husband struggled to start a family and now she has been prematurely taken from them. Let's not forget that a little boy lost his mother today and a man lost the only love he has ever known. Her struggle seemed to last an eternity when in reality it lasted for two short months. It just doesn’t make sense to me but then again, how does something as chaotic as death EVER make any fucking sense?
I haven’t written about any of this because I vowed to myself that I wasn’t going to turn this into the all cancer blog but between my dad and my friend, this summer has been bloody fucking hell. Even though my dad is responding to chemo remarkably well and the doctors seem optimistic, it's hard for me to stay vigilant in my positiveness when cancer seems more like an epidemic rather than some random disease. Cancer is the new black for God's sake - The new goddamned black.
Melissa, again, was thirty-two. She married her high school sweetheart and they had a beautiful baby boy named Max. She died today after being diagnosed in June of this year with stage IV Melanoma.
