I hope you wake up from your food-induced coma feeling all cheery and shit, ita.

You know what? I want to live in a world where kids don't commit suicide.

Got a call from my friend. I was her maid of honor. Her cousin's son, who was her ringbearer, raised by his grandparents, committed suicide Monday. He was only 14. He was friends with her stepson, who was put on suicide watch for a while 4 years ago. There is no amount of NO that can express what we're feeling. At the wedding, the two boys got up to such mischief. I was their watcher. I can't believe that bright boy is gone. Somewhere out there is a picture of me holding the two boys upside down by their waists, laughing hysterically, me in formalwear, them in vests and bowties. I can't imagine her pain, or that of her stepson.

Rocky waters.

Oh, sarameg. Sorry is such a small, inadequate word for that loss, that wrongness. That poor bright boy. His poor parents. All of you who were part of his life.

oww

That hurts me, and I don't know him

You're right there are no words for that, sarameg. (((sarameg)))

I don't need hugs. It's tangential to me. If you can, go give to a suicide prevention thingie. Or something.

Right now, it's just helpless helplessness, really. Nothing to be done, nothing perfectly right to say.

Jesus, that's horrible, sara.

OK, in other news, I've been doing some job research via Hustle & Flow, and it seems to be harder out there for a pimp than I was expecting. I'm thinking the hat and degrees might not be all I need after all.

Dude, pimps are online?

Watching the movie Hustle & Flow.

Uh-huh, SURE Jesse. I've seen how you dress.