From the mind of a dorky weirdo
Well, I'm trying to tacle several projects while also dealing with my pain in the ass job. The play I was supposed to be in is still canceled. Not to mention I'm doing several peices of art for my coworkers as well. The only comofrt for me right now is that 1. My audio comedy for Pendant Productions is going good. Part 1 was released last month and part 2 is in production. and 2. I'm eagerly awaiting the Fannie Awards in the Kim Possible section of FanFiction.net. Here's hoping everything is as crazy as it's always been.
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The whole world is weird and I'M NUTS!
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Almost . . .
It's November, much to my dislike. On the 24th of this month, it will officially have been a year since my father passed away. I'm not crying as much, but I still have my moments. One minute I'll be dealing with his absence and then all of a sudden I'm a mess again. It's hard to believe it's almost been a year. I still miss him everyday. Until he died, the longest I had been away from my father was two weeks. He had his flaws, but everyone does. But that man sacrifised so much for my mother and me. And I don't care that he never had the fame or money, but my father was one of the best self-taught musicians that ever lived. That man would prac
Just Another Day
Well, life goes on. Yesterday was what would have been my father's 61st birthday. It's weird not having him here to celebrate it. I'm not crying as much, but the pain is still there. I was going to plan a party with friends to celebrate my dad's birthday, but life get in the way as it sometimes does. In the later half of August, my elderly neighbor slipped on her back porch and fell down her back steps. She's in her eighties, so her bones are very fragile. She broke her righ shoulder, right ribs, and her left hip. The hospital was going to do surgery, but she was in poor health. Her salt level was dropping, so they gave her fluids. This cause
rough road
It's been rough, I won't lie. Some days I have it together, and other days I don't. But everythign was going good until someone asked me this question that I am so sick and tired of.
"What are you going to do with your dad's ashes?"
For the love of God, I am so sick and tired of hearing that question. Everybody who asks that keeps telling me, more like demanding, that I bury my father's ashes. They won't even entertain the thoguht of spreading them. WHY CAN'T THEY TRY AND UNDERSTAND THIS?! MY DAD DID NOT WANT TO BE BURIED!!!!!!
The idea of being sealed in a box and buried underground scared the living crap out of my dad. I know he's dead n
The Beat Goes on
It's almost been five months since my father passed away, and the pain still hurts. I won't lie, there are days when I feel okay and fon on. But then there are days where I just can't stop myself from crying all day. I took a month off from work to try and adjust, and it did help. But the one thing I am sick of is some of these people who act like I should get over it already. Get over it, just like that?
Well, let me tell you something you God amn shit eating mother fuckers out there. I don't give a flying fuck what you pricks think! I had a father that did his fucking best to raise me! There would be days where he wouldn't eat just to make
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