Sep 21, 2009 00:52
i feel a little better, a little bit more secure about the actual move itself, now having established a lovely young woman and her cat, 6ft loom, and piano as my roommates and travel buddy cross 1/4 country and a lead on a job, but the emotional upheaval may still cause my blood to go cold and my skin to numb.
also, he might be dead.
and as jun and i like to say, well he fuckin' better be, and if he's not, he's gunna be!
i can't take much more; my shoulders and heart are far too small and weak for this.
i'm also seriously considering a tattoo, two, in fact, maybe three. either diptych or a triptych. more later. but i need it to something i see every day. all the time. to remind me that yes, this, infact, is life. and on that note, josh's 50 year old father died today of a sudden heart attack. my mother's good friend nikki elliot died earlier this week and my cousin's high school sweetheart (reunited and married again after 50 years of being apart) bill decamp died as well. I wore the gold 60s shift dress nikki gave to me tonight to see my friend celeen off before her move to antarctica for the next 6 months. and i can't help but think, when will i, and more importantly, when will everyone else? and of utmost, when will he.
it might be tomorrow, if i get my hands on him before jun does...
c'est.