I'm so sorry, Shir. That is just terrible.
Jayne: You wanna go, little man? Wash: Only if it's someplace with candlelight.
'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Glamcookie - Oct 18, 2008 8:56:43 am PDT #8523 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
omnis_audis - Oct 18, 2008 10:38:26 am PDT #8524 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
((((Shir))))
I'm just getting up now. It feels like I have a hangover, but I didn't drink last night I suspect sitting in a room of smokers till 4am playing poker is the cause. I came in second! Whee!! But ow.
Hil R. - Oct 18, 2008 10:57:32 am PDT #8525 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
{{{Shir}}}
This week's Modern Love column in the Times is even more ridiculous than most. [link] A little girl writes "I love Sarvis" on the bathroom wall of an elementary school, and Sarvis's mother reacts with, essentially, "No you don't! You can't possibly love Sarvis as much as I do!"
lisah - Oct 18, 2008 11:04:28 am PDT #8526 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Hil, that was super creepy!
Steph L. - Oct 18, 2008 11:06:50 am PDT #8527 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Sarvis's mother reacts with, essentially, "No you don't! You can't possibly love Sarvis as much as I do!"
That's....creepy and weird. But at least the article is something that 25-year-old Sarvis can print out and take to his therapist.
I'm thankful that, while my mom DID fuck me up, she didn't write about how she did it, and then publish it in the New York Goddamn Times.
Small favors, man. Small favors.
Vortex - Oct 18, 2008 11:08:27 am PDT #8528 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I want to believe that she was trying to be funny, but that was creepy. Hope she changed his name.
brenda m - Oct 18, 2008 11:09:21 am PDT #8529 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Okay, that is psychotic and creepy. Jeez.
Hil R. - Oct 18, 2008 11:10:41 am PDT #8530 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Even if she didn't change his name, it's written under her name, so anyone who knows them would know who it's about.
Steph L. - Oct 18, 2008 11:12:27 am PDT #8531 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
No, I tell you, it's a GOOD thing for poor oddly-named-kid that the article was published; that way, in 20-some years he won't have to try to convince his therapist how utterly fucked up his mom is; he can just hand over the article and say "Read this. And then tell me: 50 mg, or 100?"
Shir - Oct 18, 2008 11:19:16 am PDT #8532 of 10001
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Thanks, all. I really don't know what else to say - I can't say I'm after the hugs (oh, fuck that - I'm always after the hugs. I mean that I'm not after the attention).
Since I spent most of the day memory-laning, I was in a fairly good mood. Hey, how could I not be? She was such an awesome person, and we had great time. I also spent a lot of time reading her lj. I had a whole thing against blogs and a "if I'm gonna learn something meaningful about your life, missy, it better be coming from you in person or a phone call, not from me lurking your blog" attitude, so it's not the easiest thing on me. I like set boundaries, and not crossing them, especially when it comes to privacy and stepping on others' feet. But I'm drifting.
So I spent a kindda mellow, good memories of her day, and every once in a while there's a "oh, we should totally do this and that next time we'll meet!" thought. And then I remember she's dead. Which strangely enough, doesn't send me rain-forest-killing the next box of tissues, and I can handle that grief easy.
It's the part when the memories are over/fading which hurts the most, and knowing there won't be any new ones to fill that void, and the helplessness that I feel because of it.
She was a white hat, indeed.