We get some funny moments… if you’re as much of a geek as I am and are used to thinking in base 8 as well as base 10…
Why do so many geeks get Christmas and Holloween confused?
Becuase Dec 25 is Oct 31
/me rolls around on the floor laughing a whole bunch
Ooohhhh that felt good… haven’t laughed in a while now…
Sorry about the lack of postage lately everyone, I’ve been royally snowed under with homework and with the death and subsequent memorial for Andy I’ve also had alot on my mind. Still not feeling good, feeling very much like I’m taking one step forward and two back right now. Still numb inside.. there’s grief there, trying to get out, I can feel it… but it won’t come out, so things go nowhere.
It’s Andy’s funeral today, and although I doubt that Kirsty or any of his family are reading this, I would none the less like to offer my sincere condolences and best wishes for all of you. Andy was a good friend to me for many years, and I will miss him dearly.
/me offers prayers to $_DIETY for Andy
That’s my piece for the night.
An Ode To Friendship Lost
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How to begin this
I never know
The thought that you may not be there
It never occured to me
Friends for years now
Knowing each other inside out
Able to talk about anything
Problems? We’d work them out.
Through thick and thin together
Close as we could be
I know you
And you know me
Always there for each other
Just as mates should be.
An email of an evening
Changed all of this too fast
A message from your sister
Carrying tidings of doom to me
Fate carried you off
Away from family
Away from your love
Away from me
Selfish as it sounds
I still look out for you
On IM your account sits idle
I wait for you to return
To tell me
“It’s all been some kind of joke,
A hoax, a trick.
See? Here I am, alive and well.”
But I know it’s not going to happen
Never again will we discuss our love lives
Or lack thereof
Never again will we talk about all those things
That bother us
Each advising the other
Helping each other through the obstacles
That life throws our way
It won’t be the same without you
Messages go unheard
I simply wish now
I’d had the chance to say goodbye
But it won’t happen
So now I write this
With a tear standing in my eye.
Wherever it is you’ve gone
I hope it’s better than here
And I hope I’ll see you again one day
When I too, eventually, depart from here.
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Yes, I’m well aware I’m not much of a poet… but I had to say something. Andy… I’ll miss you buddy.
OK, so after 12 weeks of chemotherapy, then coming home for a day or so, then going back in for more, then staying with my aunt for a while, we’ve just finally seen the toll all of this has taken on my grandmother. I nearly didn’t recognise her. The skin is hanging off her body, paper-thin and nearly translucent. Her flesh is sallow, there are huge bag under her eyes and she trembles constantly. When I saw her, I was afraid simply to give her a hug, afraid that I’d break her. It broke my dad’s heart to see her like that; as annoying and nosey as she can be, she is still his mother for Christ’s sake. And on top of this all, my aunt (who brought her back here for the day) really gave me the urge to smack her one for her rude, tactless, complaining comments. Pauline, let me try and spell this out for you in nice big, bold, italicised capital letters for you and hope maybe you’ll get the picture:
SHE HAS JUST FINISHED A TOTAL OF 16 WEEKS OF CHEMOTHERAPY. I THINK SHE HAS THE RIGHT NOT TO FEEL WELL AND TO MAKE THAT FACT KNOWN. SHUT THE FUCK UP.
And yes, I know I can be criticised for swearing about it, but I honestly don’t give a fuck. It’s either I do it on here or I do it to her face while I’m tossing her worthless arse out of my house.
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