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Text messages.
While dicussing a book she just finished, that I gave to her ( Read more... ) -
LOL.
Oh, yeah.
Livejournal.
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Letter
"So I'm going to write this note and I hope I actually give it to you. It's the fair thing to do, but I have to work up the guts.
I'm pretty much crying right now because after feeling like a piece of shit after you got mad at me for getting mad at you, Killian decided it was a great idea to tantrum at me the entire way home and he is still ( Read more... ) -
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Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored....
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Narc
So I will write here just to brain-hear myself talk. Because sometimes that is the best way to convince myself of my thoughts. To believe they are sound or vast or really dumb ( Read more... ) -
Serious rant.
This morning is on my last nerve. The babe has some sort of bug up his butt and has done nothing but whine or yell at me since he got up. I forgot to grab our lunch and the work checkbook before leaving, so I had to turn around when I was almost at work to go back home and get them. Mind you, the babe is being a complete baby asshole the entire ( Read more... ) -
Inferior.
There's this author I recently revisited. I've read four of her books and they are pretty damn good. A friend was asking for recommendations, so I gave him her name and then decided to reread the first of a trilogy she wrote. Since then, I've been on her website - originally to see what else she may have to offer me - but actually wallowing in a ( Read more... ) -
Time capsule.
It has been quite a long time.
I was listening to Fiest's Metals and heard Caught a Long Wind, which of course reminded me of Bob. And then here I come to this journal, after years, and see the last entry I made ( Read more... ) -
Bob
Bob died just past midnight, early Monday morning. We were sitting with Ginny, keeping her company for hours so she wouldn't be alone. Five minutes after we left to go to bed, he passed.
He had been unconscious for the day on Sunday. On Friday, we all had a meeting to discuss his funeral wishes. As we left that meeting, I smiled and held my hand ( Read more... ) -
Hooligan, Bob, vapor.
Important things of late:
I am seven months pregnant with an active little hooligan that enjoys karate and barrel rolling. Things have been serene and lush until recently. Now various aches and pains are creeping up, as an ominous promise of things to come. I don't care. I'm still at one with my hooligan and am, after all, serving as his ( Read more... )