Long time no post!
Not that I have anything of substance to post on here. But, I did get to do something incredibly amazing for the first time ever in my life a couple of days ago, and let me tell you… if I could somehow manage to do this every weekend for the rest of my life…
I’d be incredibly happy, and super-stinkin’-fucking RICH.
Congratulations to the happiest couple I’ve ever seen!
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There goes the rest of my day.
I am never coming back.
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Crying
HOLY SHIT GUYS PLAY THIS.
never leaving the computer again.
…In New York City, and it was fucking amazing. Why, oh why did I have to come back here so soon? I miss the lights, the sound, the people from ALL walks of life.
I think, one day, when I’m a super famous photographer… I’ll live in one of those apartments overlooking Central Park, with the likes of Will Smith, Steve Martin, and Yoko Ono.
…One day indeed.
…That’s when I finished High School. Yet I somehow find myself involved in more of it’s fucking drama than I was in the four years I’d already spent there. What the hell?
I’ve got to tell you;
Seeing you the way you were all day yesterday really shook me to the core. I didn’t know what to do, or what to say, or how to act to help you through the loss of Amanda. I’ve seen the situation a handful of times in my life, but only from a professional point of view. I’ve become to detached from the notion of death that it doesn’t even affect me any more. That’s the problem with your family owning a Funeral business, I guess.
I found it hard to feel anything more than sheer stoicism at my own Memere’s funeral. It wasn’t until I stood at the grave site and watched her casket being lowered into the ground that I finally broke down. I cried my heart out for what felt like fifteen straight hours.
I know the feeling of loss, but not in the way you’re feeling it right now. I’ve felt the sting of losing a loved one as a family member, but never in my life have I felt it as a friend, so I can only imagine what you feel right now. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t make it all better. I’m sorry that this isn’t just something I can will away with a hug and a kiss, and saying “Everything is going to be all right”.
The truth is, everything IS going to be all right. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met in my whole 23 years (almost 24 now) of life, and seeing you as you were yesterday makes me want to stay by your side the rest of my life. It may sound stupid, and maybe even a little callous, but you just proved to me that you are, in fact, NOT a robot. And I like NOT Robots. I like them a whole lot.
I should mention that as this is currently being typed, I’m also having a large, very long-winded conversation with none other than Shelbie. She’s really not getting it. I think she might be legally retarded. Don’t tell her I said that, though. She might not be able to comprehend why I think that.
In any case.
I love you, Jennifer Anne Tease, you’re my baby cakes, my hunny buns, my “sometimes ghetto-slang queen” (that’s a new one I just made up, by the way), and I’d be a mess without you.
I hope you know how much you mean to me.
And I hope you know that no matter what the circumstances, whatever life throws at us, whether it’s Shelbie and her mass idiocy, or your brother and his hatred toward all male-kind that have anything to do with you, or even the death of a loved one, family member or dear friend alike…
I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE,
TO HOLD YOUR HAND,
TO LIFT YOU UP,
AND TO HOLD YOU CLOSE.
No Matter What.
Oh Shlebie. You makes me LOL with your young-ness. Sounds like a certain SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD needs to grow up, just a bit, and actually start acting HER AGE. Instead of this… petty, sad, 12-year-old we all currently see.
Just my $0.02.
