Marlee Matlin was on West Wing last night, and that made my entire week.
Also, I love you and I'm going to come visit you soon.
that's a really really good thought.
Or, alternatively, pumpkin cheesecake? Beansprouts? SUGAR IN THE RRRRAW? But then, I guess we're back to Billy again. *hugs you really tight*
oh yes.. lala hugs.. the very best.
I love our family. We're not alone. We are loved.
I just stood there the other night being so bowled over by the support structure that they had... by all the friends and help and food and how ... shit.
I'm liable to be a bit stupid and sappy for a bit.
I have the best family.
You have no idea how much that helps. *head in your lap*
My smartass and vibrant friend passed away early this morning. I'm glad that I went to see her this week.. and I know there's nothing that should have been said that wasn't.. it just hurts.
But, and she'd appreciate me saying this so don't think me callous, buck nekkid Jack helps a lot. :)
Love. Lovelovelove my Melly.
Sid.. Bible spam is over. But.. I didn't get to read most of the New Testament as you did it.. so that's a happy thought, catching up on spam.
lemon merengue pie.
my mommy's sweet iced tea.
laughing with friends.
the way my puppy dog's fur feels when she lays on my feetses and the warmth of her little body.
cooking with The Gay Boyfriend and laughing and eating.
how many did you want? I could go on and on?
summer music festivals.
the click of the keyboard when I type.
the scratch of the pen across the paper.
the joy of a letter in my mailbox from a friend.
the exhilaration of seeing a student "get it" for the first time. that moment of "OH!"
the way a baby's head smells. and the way his wee little body curls in your arms. and his wee little fingers grasp yours.
knowing that you didn't run in fear from a friend's passing but that you swallowed your grief and fear for a little while and sat with her and said the things that needed to be said and that pain and suffering for her is over.
I love you Melly. If you need me, I'll have the cell phone on, ok?
I'm sorry for your sadness, my lovely, loving Melly. But your friend is pain-free now, and that's a good thing.
-that spring smell of grass and dirt
and melting dog turds
-my new icon (where did I get this fixation with boys' hands?)
And here's a terrible joke that Jack wishes he could have told:
Two antennae meet on a roof, fall in love and get married. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.
And here's something I learned this week: I just bought myself a book of short stories by O. Henry. (He wrote 'The Gift of the Magi', as you probably know.) What I did not know was that he was indicted for embezzlement at the bank he worked at, and fled to the Honduras for three years! When he came back to the States, he served time in prison, and while he was in jail, he started writing short stories under the name of O. Henry. And now you know.
Steph, what would I do without you? I love the antennae joke.. and I have a feeling that the O. Henry thing is going to replace some vital piece of information in my head.. I don't think I mind.
You. You're always one of my happy thoughts.
Love you, Melly-mine. *hugs you oh so tight*
Hi Molly. When I come out in May can I have a real live Molly hug?
I know.. I do. And it's not even so much that it hurts.. there's just this kind of big empty spot in so many future events now. Like how she used to sit in the corner of Emily's tent and you'd think she was just zoning out until some moron made a comment and Talia would cut him off at the knees. The world has a lot of smart, funny, capable women in it.. but never enough that it could stand to lose one.
*holds you tight and loves you*
Hi Lizzies. I love your hugs. I vote we go home and curl up on the couch under a blanket and watch tv and read porn all day. I won't mind if you go off to wank if you don't mind when I get a little snotted up and weepy.
*squeezes you very tight*
She's watching over you now. Drink in one hand and an enormous smile on her face and suppressing the urge to thump you over the head and instead just dropping a kiss on your forehead. She loves you, and knows you love her.
We love you too, Melly. So much. <3
coffee in the morning with real cream.
Blue skies with the smell of spring.
Clearance sales at old navy.
The feel of a kiss on the back of your neck.
"YOU SAID I COULD SEE THE IGUANAS!! YOU TURN THIS BOAT AROUND RIGHT NOW!! I WANNA SEE THE IGAUNAS!"
One day at a time is my only advice. Crying, drinking to much and sleeping alot helps too for awhile but try not to get carried away.
And you should answer your phone when it rings...or call me or something :-)
Dood. Hooker. You should call me right now.
Part of me is looking at today and thinking. What would Talia do or want? Would she want us to provide snarky commentary at her funeral? Would she want us to show up in leather? Would she want us to weep and wail?
I'm going to write more about this right now. Check my LJ in like 30 min.
I'll see you later. I'm singing at the funeral btw, which is good because for now it gives me something else to focus on.
love it's face