so i heard this really bad joke yesterday. ya wanna hear it? ok, here goes. "what's the difference between Afghanistan and Christmas?" "Christmas will be here in December." isn't that horrible? you know what else is horrible? my alarm clock didn't go off this morning. so I woke up at 8:30. 20 minutes after my acting class had started. i think the first twenty words i said this morning were "shit!" yup, that was all i said. and then i was at the mercy of the lovely RU bus system. sat for 10 minutes on college ave while some fat ass bus driver stood in front of the bus eating donuts. just standing there, munching away, acting like people don't have places to be. grrrrrr..... so class went ok, and then i had lunch and now i'm just sitting here talking about my day and talking to some of my boys. i'm always talking to my boys on instant messenger. but they're all boys that i know. i never talk to random guys on the internet....cuz i don't know them. but it's nice to talk to all of my guy friends on the 'net....it's nice to get a new window that pops up and someone's saying "hey sexy, what's up?" it's just a nice feeling. so right now i'm hearing jokes from one of my boys, and i'm talking to the other one about college life. sometimes i'll be talking to 4 boys at once....that's always fun. well, since i'm taking forever to write this and now another person is talking to me i'm going now....ta dearies
Dear Dad, Who knows why I'm putting this in my ancient blog? Why I'm posting it to the internet. Shouting into the void and simultaneously preserving this forever. I guess it's the easiest way to get my thoughts down. Typing can be easier than writing, and it helps me get the words out faster without editing myself. I think about you every day, and I feel like I have more questions than answers, Something moved me to fire up the blog and write, so here I am. It's been a little over seven months since you've been gone. Thinking about the days and months and years leading up to that point feel like a temporal version of the Stations of the Cross. I don't know where the Beginning of the End actually sits in that timeline, but Christmas feels like a good starting point. The last Christmas that we all spent together. Did the tree fall down at all that year? If it didn't, was it a sign that we missed? My birthday dinner in Newark: Mom usually covers the check,...
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