I believe (Repost from Stever!) |
I Believe... That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love each other.I Believe...That we don't have t...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jan 2010 14:15:00 GMT |
yep |
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don't ask why. It's not a question, but a lesson learned in ti...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Jan 2010 18:47:00 GMT |
Death fucks the holidays |
I think I'm afraid of dying. Maybe not the dying itself, but the timing. I think I'm afraid of dying before I get everything done that I want to leave for my kids. I have a book to write, pictures to ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Dec 2009 00:27:00 GMT |
17... |
17....17....17The red numbers flashed on my mom's answering machine. I looked at it every day for 2 weeks back in July while I packed up her life, telling myself I should listen to them in case someon...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Dec 2009 23:56:00 GMT |
FUCK! lmao! |
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 12:21:00 GMT |
little things |
My mom used to drive me crazy with her funny little ways. Shopping with her made me batshit! She had a total aversion to store brands and I kept trying to tell her that on some things it really doesn'...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Sep 2009 19:36:00 GMT |
cabin fever |
I don't know that I can stand another day in the house. It's making me incredibly hostile and resentful to spend my day seeing what lazy pigs I live with. This place looks like shit and it really piss...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Aug 2009 13:26:00 GMT |
progress |
I think I'm finally starting to get a little feeling back, or I've succeeded in blocking it all out. Either way I'm feeling productive for the first time in a month. I'm even on my 4th load of laundry...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 14:45:00 GMT |
baby steps |
It's been 3 weeks since my mom passed away. I'm still in denial. It's like I've been watching all this happen to someone else, like in a really bad dream. I feel like I'm stuck in some twisted level o...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Aug 2009 01:30:00 GMT |
The Dash |
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of his friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning...to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of ...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 16:19:00 GMT |
