I'm so sorry, Ginger.
Fred ,'A Hole in the World'
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This shouldn't be about me. It was just briefly all too much. I'll be okay when I get over my post-meltdown hangover.
Yes, but we are here today, ready to listen a little, ready to imagine raising a glass to the awesomeness that is the tasty brain of Ginger K.
I believe I shall continue checking in. I've missed your pixels.
It was just briefly all too much
Just because it was brief doesn't mean it wasn't gut-rippingly painful.
This shouldn't be about me. It was just briefly all too much. I'll be okay when I get over my post-meltdown hangover.
That's just because you're a stone fucking badass.
I've had that feeling. Even without having had a walking past, there are still days when I look down at my chair and think about how long forever is. And then, I had friends for whom it wasn't very, not at all.
That's a horrible thought to have Ginger- may it become a vague remembrance
Sorry your day was rough askye
In allaboutme news - I am attempting to get back on track with my diabetes management . today , the numbers are really good. and it hasn't even been too hard, but I want to whine anyway . bah
It should totally be about you, Ginger! And that's a sucky thing to have to think about. :(
Aw, Ginger, that's really rough, even though you are a stone badass. Meltdown totally understandable, and I wish I could bring you some whiskey and/or ice cream and make you feel better. Stupid Kaiser.
erika, forever is long indeed. But I'm glad you're getting more forever, anyway.
beth, diabetes is a sneaky bastard, it can hurt you bad. You manage the hell out of that diabetes, bring that bad dog to heel and don't let it bite you, okay?
And I usually am singing stupid songs I make up on the fly.
Hah--my family TOTALLY does this, all random opera "I'm doing the DIIIIIIISHES, why dost thou not CLEAAAAAAN the TAAAAAAABLE?? la la la"
My family is like this too! Including the random operatic arias. One of us can actually sing, but she doesn't usually bother. We make up little songs about what we're doing. I sing the Tuna Song when I'm giving my cats a tuna treat, and they come running. They know the Tuna Song.
Sometimes, I sing songs from musicals. Even the cats are embarrassed for me.
My father liked to make up songs. The most famous was when my mother made him apologize to me and my brother for saying "shit" in front of us. He turned it into a song. I still remember the key phrase:
It tears my heart to piece-es
That I slipped up
and said the nasty word for feceeeeeeees.