robin,
this song will likely get played saturday night @ the stampede. i dont think i can get through it without thinking of you...fuck. i'll be the one in the audience or on the grounds listening with tears streaming down my face.
i fucking miss you.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
passive/aggressive
my extended family is full of pa cunts. i realise that i'm playing into that shit by posting about it, so i suppose i'm guilty or just as much of a pa cunt. but really, the useless sil posted something so terribly pa on her fb status today that just smacks of stupidity and irony. she just doesnt see how pa it is to do that and how it's just as bad as what she's complaining about...
"why are people so fake??? Don't bother pretending to be my friend. If something is bothering you, would it not be better to just talk to me, rather then going around to others and talking about me behind my back? Seriously! GROW UP!"
all this is coming from someone who is just as fake as everyone she is complaining about, pretending to be everyone else's friend. i mean, come on...she's befriended over 300 ppl she doesnt know. hell, on her kid's first bday she invited ppl she didnt know and while they talked around her about future plans, she sat on her ewa and listened and wasnt included. but no, befriend all of them and then complain viciously when they dont want to be your friend. here's an idea: pare down your friend list then. christ, it's not rocket science, nor is it a competition to out-friend everyone. she's always adding these pa statuses and it's beyond ridick. if she has a problem with someone, shouldnt she confront them, as opposed to putting bs statuses all over the damned place?? really.
get real, bitch.
just sayin'.
"why are people so fake??? Don't bother pretending to be my friend. If something is bothering you, would it not be better to just talk to me, rather then going around to others and talking about me behind my back? Seriously! GROW UP!"
all this is coming from someone who is just as fake as everyone she is complaining about, pretending to be everyone else's friend. i mean, come on...she's befriended over 300 ppl she doesnt know. hell, on her kid's first bday she invited ppl she didnt know and while they talked around her about future plans, she sat on her ewa and listened and wasnt included. but no, befriend all of them and then complain viciously when they dont want to be your friend. here's an idea: pare down your friend list then. christ, it's not rocket science, nor is it a competition to out-friend everyone. she's always adding these pa statuses and it's beyond ridick. if she has a problem with someone, shouldnt she confront them, as opposed to putting bs statuses all over the damned place?? really.
get real, bitch.
just sayin'.
5 months and nothing's changed
there are still moments of melancholy. mostly, they're brought on by things which i cant control. for instance, tonight i saw the fireworks at our stampede, and i know--isnt it fucking crazy--i thought of you immediately. i thought of that time where we were at the stampede in yyc and how we all went as a crazy group, drank, laughed, ate, did whatever. remember when we walked through the grounds hand in hand and laughed as people made the gag face with their hands because they thought we were lezzies? remember that? we laughed. hell, we did it to shock people. kinda like that time we pretended i was so very fucking ill at the bar. god, i dont remember where, but i made the barf noises, you made the splashes. and we fucking giggled like school girls to hear them on the other side of the door groaning. god, i laugh thinking of the shit we pulled in our youth. christ, i know that somewhere out there you're laughing along with me.
but i just wanted to say that you are so very close to me to this day. christ, i cant believe i'm going to be turning 40 without you. i know that's next year. god dammit, robin, i know that you were never meant to get old. you'd have thought our stories were trite and tired by 70, you'd have told me to grow up, to get over it, that it was the past and now we were supposed to be respectable adults with our widow's pensions, our jewels from years gone by, and the lines on our faces to prove it. i'd have been the one wheeled into a corner with tears running down my face. it'd be up to the nurses to sedate me out of their awkwardness. they wouldnt know whether i was in hysterics from laughing or crying. fuck, i'm sure they will still have to because i know i'll start talking to you randomly when the urge to care or give a damn has long since passed. i just hope you come to me and tell me it's ok.
but i just wanted to say that you are so very close to me to this day. christ, i cant believe i'm going to be turning 40 without you. i know that's next year. god dammit, robin, i know that you were never meant to get old. you'd have thought our stories were trite and tired by 70, you'd have told me to grow up, to get over it, that it was the past and now we were supposed to be respectable adults with our widow's pensions, our jewels from years gone by, and the lines on our faces to prove it. i'd have been the one wheeled into a corner with tears running down my face. it'd be up to the nurses to sedate me out of their awkwardness. they wouldnt know whether i was in hysterics from laughing or crying. fuck, i'm sure they will still have to because i know i'll start talking to you randomly when the urge to care or give a damn has long since passed. i just hope you come to me and tell me it's ok.
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my extended family is full of pa cunts. i realise that i'm playing into that shit by posting about it, so i suppose i'm guilty or just as much of a pa cunt. but really, the useless sil posted something so terribly pa on her fb status today that just smacks of stupidity and irony. she just doesnt see how pa it is to do that and how it's just as bad as what she's complaining about...
"why are people so fake??? Don't bother pretending to be my friend. If something is bothering you, would it not be better to just talk to me, rather then going around to others and talking about me behind my back? Seriously! GROW UP!"
all this is coming from someone who is just as fake as everyone she is complaining about, pretending to be everyone else's friend. i mean, come on...she's befriended over 300 ppl she doesnt know. hell, on her kid's first bday she invited ppl she didnt know and while they talked around her about future plans, she sat on her ewa and listened and wasnt included. but no, befriend all of them and then complain viciously when they dont want to be your friend. here's an idea: pare down your friend list then. christ, it's not rocket science, nor is it a competition to out-friend everyone. she's always adding these pa statuses and it's beyond ridick. if she has a problem with someone, shouldnt she confront them, as opposed to putting bs statuses all over the damned place?? really.
get real, bitch.
just sayin'.
there are still moments of melancholy. mostly, they're brought on by things which i cant control. for instance, tonight i saw the fireworks at our stampede, and i know--isnt it fucking crazy--i thought of you immediately. i thought of that time where we were at the stampede in yyc and how we all went as a crazy group, drank, laughed, ate, did whatever. remember when we walked through the grounds hand in hand and laughed as people made the gag face with their hands because they thought we were lezzies? remember that? we laughed. hell, we did it to shock people. kinda like that time we pretended i was so very fucking ill at the bar. god, i dont remember where, but i made the barf noises, you made the splashes. and we fucking giggled like school girls to hear them on the other side of the door groaning. god, i laugh thinking of the shit we pulled in our youth. christ, i know that somewhere out there you're laughing along with me.
but i just wanted to say that you are so very close to me to this day. christ, i cant believe i'm going to be turning 40 without you. i know that's next year. god dammit, robin, i know that you were never meant to get old. you'd have thought our stories were trite and tired by 70, you'd have told me to grow up, to get over it, that it was the past and now we were supposed to be respectable adults with our widow's pensions, our jewels from years gone by, and the lines on our faces to prove it. i'd have been the one wheeled into a corner with tears running down my face. it'd be up to the nurses to sedate me out of their awkwardness. they wouldnt know whether i was in hysterics from laughing or crying. fuck, i'm sure they will still have to because i know i'll start talking to you randomly when the urge to care or give a damn has long since passed. i just hope you come to me and tell me it's ok.
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