February 2010
20 posts
January 2010
12 posts
I'm home.
Which ironically makes me feel like I can escape all my worries, even though I’m now close enough to look death right in the eyes.
Torn between doing the right thing
and choosing the selfish reason that would buy us more time with her. Even though she’s not even here. Even though she’s suffering.
Normally I wouldn’t blog about these life and death issues. They’re personal. But when I got the phone call last night, my mom’s struggle to hold back her tears was one of the most heartbreaking things I have ever heard. For a...
Thoughts.
DAMMIT, I should have signed up for the Disney Volunteer Day when you told me to, Natalie. They’s all filled up naao ;(
Lisa, we ain’t getting any younger. Perhaps we should show a little more skin and see if it works?
“Today, my wife kissed me goodbye, got in her car, crashed, and passed away. When...”
– via Makesmethink (via thestage)
I am, by far, the worst daughter ever.
at the jim.
I despise running on the treadmill at the gym and having a rotund, ugry man ogling me like I’m a big slice of cake! I hate it even more when they stare at you until you stare back at them, and as soon as you look away, they go back to staring!
On a brighter note, at least I wasn’t Rosa Lisa, who got the once-over from a 70-year-old man. Oh baby!
popsicles are deadly.
Remember how in movies the naive kid licks the frozen flag pole and gets stuck to it? I decided to treat myself to a popsicle for a job well done yeterday. Little did I know it would be so cold! I gave it a quick lick, and the skin on my lips got ripped off! Did I start bleeding? Heck yeah I did… Let it learned, be careful of where you put your mouth :/