Monday, November 30, 2009
You Must Be This Tall to Ride the Emotional Rollercoaster
To paraphrase Shakespeare my mother lost her mother, and that mother lost a mother. So why am I acting like the only person to ever lose a parent. Shit, I've had more than half my life to get used to it, but be that as it may Thanksgiving was the one year anniversary of the last time I saw my mother conscious. It wasn't a fun day, but it wasn't that bad either. Then tonight I had put on my Celtic folk channel on Pandora.com and then, just as I had finished eating, The Irish Rovers' song The Unicorn came on. My mom used to sing that song to us as kids. God dammit, I'm sick of fucking crying! I don't like it. I don't need it. And it leaves me feeling like shit.
And I just bought Lady Gaga's Bad Romance from amazon.com.
I'm going to bed early tonight and hopefully wake up as me tomorrow.