It's late and I should be sleeping (and I suspect I will be soon), but I had a few last lingering thoughts I wanted to share ( Read more... )

Hey all.

Apparently on Saturday night, someone stole a very old bench off of my family's porch in Squirrel Hill.

It was white metal filigree, and had been in the family for more than 50 years. It sat outside my grandparents' house when my mother was a little girl.

At any rate, I suppose I'm asking:

1. If you stole it, or know the schmuck who ( Read more... )

Well, for those of you who haven't heard, my Grandmother's apartment finally got sold, and, about an hour ago, I had two pieces of her furniture delivered here: her little couch (to replace the disintegrating little couch she gave me when she moved back in 1998), and a small chair (to replace an equally disintegrating chair that an old Chicago ( Read more... )

It's been a little more than three days now since I quit smoking -- about three days and thirty minutes, give or take -- and Oh. My. Stars. do I want a cigarette right now. I'm chomping on a tea tree oil toothpick and trying to wait it out.

I keep reminding myself of the way it went in 2003, how after a few weeks of no cigarettes (none of this ( Read more... )

So today is it: the day I try to quit smoking again. Needless to say, I'm tense and pensive and a whole bunch of other adjectives. So many friends have quit lately -- Trix, David, Jill, Joe ... _aqualung_ recently celebrated his one year anniversary as a non-smoker. And it's great, and I'm trying to use it as inspiration, but oh ... so once I go to bed, ( Read more... )

On Valentine's Day 2004, we took my Grandmother off of the ventilator.

After I had gone to The Co-op for my aunts, I came home and waited. Waited for the call that never came. I did nothing all day. I was too scared to go online for fear that the call would come then ( Read more... )

Ah, Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day sucks ( Read more... )

Well, well. Another MAD* Day at The Co-op is over, or over for me, at any rate. I'm sweaty, stinky and exhausted, and glad as fuck that I don't have to deal with that again for another month ( Read more... )

Yesterday would have been my Grandmother's 92nd birthday*. In her honor (or maybe just cause it was bumming me out), H.W.S.R.N. and I went out and got tanked ( Read more... )

There's a person in my life who's been really depressed lately.

Last night, sitting, thinking, writing in my journal, I had a thought that was at first a little soothing, but which has since become more and more troubling to me:

If they kill themselves, I will get over it ( Read more... )