yknow, des' father is dying. and this is not to imply that her relationship with her father is anything like my relationship with mine, but there are the same underlying general father issues that we share. her dad is dying in jail, my father always imprisoned one way or another. i don't have to explain it to you, if you've been paying attention you already know and if you haven't then you don't care, and it doesn't matter. cause i know. anyway, i say to you, you who may or may not exist, she wrote some things about it. and i was fine while reading it, and only slightly surprised at this, because i have been noticing as of late the degree and depth of my fine-ness.. but there was one thing that caught me, like a sandspur on a sock, just enough that it stung a little when i pulled it out of my skin; she said, "his updated mugshot online is unrecognizable." and that was the one that stung just a little, that was the one that opened the photo album in my head i keep closed with the little things i try not to remember, and as i have said, do not really have to try anymore, this is the way it is because that is the way things go and in order to be okay with life you must be okay with death, so on and so forth and so it goes. so i've taken to re-reading old entries at random. i post an entry and then hit the random link a few times to see what arises, it's kind of like a luck of the draw horoscope in some ways; mind powerz extending most easily to things that involve electronic impulses. so during today's troll through the 2000's (since this was started in june of 2000, oh little moodswing, you are seven years old, and isn't that shocking), i came across this, from 15 june 2003, and it says: on the other hand, i forgot today was sunday. which also means i forgot it was father's day. :( and i couldn't understand why my dad had this sad look on his face when i walked in. and i came in and sat down and eventually looked at my calendar and said, ohmy! i'm a bad daughter. but we all know that is hardly true. we should dance lightly around this subject, shouldn't we. maybe not. he's been in bed now for ten days, but at least now he can breathe more than ten days ago. [every one of these sentences is taking at least five minutes of thought] i've been listening to his heartbeat for months. it doesn't sound like it should.
yeah, i don't know what the fuck i'm talking about. i probably shouldn't have taken that caffeine pill an hour ago while i was still at work. hahaha. press the link to go back an entry and find a less entertaining but more pertinent entry containing my love for jason bateman. hah!
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