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.
3 comments:
*hug*
also
*slap on wrist* for buying lady gaga. Naughty Marius. Don't do that anymore. She forgets to wear a blouse a lot. And trousers.
I think you're being a little hard on yourself, but I don't want to beat you up over it since you seem a little battered already. Sometimes I find it comforting to realize that I feel like crap and am going to feel that way until I don't.
I have no opinion about Lady Gaga, except that I think she's a flash in the pan. In the 1980s, I thought the same thing about Madonna. So. You know.
You're still mourning, give yourself a chance and drop the macho shit. You miss your mom, it's normal, so cry if you need to.
Weird, my word verif is "mistly"
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