Saturday, December 23, 2006
i need to get out of my head, thinking about keith and the fucking boob tube is xmas this xmas that. and i can only do so much ebay or playing sheepshead.
too dark to clean. too cold. too sad. yeah yeah. you tragedy isn't the worst ever, but it still sucks.and it's my tragedy. keith made me happy and i keep having images of what could have been. and it will never be.
getting old SUCKS.
too dark to clean. too cold. too sad. yeah yeah. you tragedy isn't the worst ever, but it still sucks.and it's my tragedy. keith made me happy and i keep having images of what could have been. and it will never be.
getting old SUCKS.
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can you believe he was 49 and i was 38? of course i look weird hanging onto the lightpole and carrying my shoes. my that hill was steep. even if the pic was better, we would still look young. i think it's the artist in us that keeps us young.
i couldn't believe it when he sent me a pic with him and his 50th B-day balloon, but it didn't change how i felt. and if, well, i will get to my iowa trip in a bit. but not now. i need some respite.
he cartainly was too fucking young to die!
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i couldn't believe it when he sent me a pic with him and his 50th B-day balloon, but it didn't change how i felt. and if, well, i will get to my iowa trip in a bit. but not now. i need some respite.
he cartainly was too fucking young to die!
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