I can't think of a title that isn't depressing or cliche

[fab_boy]

Getting old(er) is the strangest thing. I think about it all the time. And not just the typical mourning of the passage of time and the gaining of wrinkles and weight and all that superficial stuff. Anyone who knows me knows that I am indeed concerned by these things. I'm an admitted narcissist

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[fab_boy]

Hey, tromping around with an album and promotions and a tour isn't sticking your head up your ass...it's having a career. It's what you've wanted and what you totally deserve, so don't kick yourself about it. Going to the opera with Mom only sounds so appealing because you've been a bit homesick, honey. If you were stuck living at home, spinning your wheels, you wouldn't feel the same way.

But yes, letting yourself really think about losing those loved ones is tough. It's one thing with the grandparents and stuff. As far was we're concerned they've always been old. But you ascribe a certain immortality to your parents, in a way. Because they've always been there and part of you always wants them to be there.

Stop, you'll make me cry, too. I would never wish my mistakes on you. Besides, they're a part of who I am today. I'd be different without them. Maybe better, but I don't know. I like who I am now, and that's what matters.

I think the Christmas show will be a good start to the season. It's going to be corny and delightful and we'll all have a good laugh. I think we'll make it a nice holiday. You need the breather and I need to take a breath before the insanity that will be 2007 begins.

I'll never lose that morbid childhood wish that if we have to die, we die together, so neither of us has to live without the other.

You are so melodramatic. But sweet. And I understand the sentiment. The only thing that gives me solace in knowing that the older people will be lost to us is knowing that I'll have you. And Lily, Sylvan, Lucy, and Lexi. And who knows, maybe we'll spawn some kids of our own. Keep the dysfunctional family tree blooming evermore.

Love you, too. I know it, but I love to hear it.

P.S. I know...I was trying to be modest ;)