I am starting to forget things and I’m none too pleased. In the whirlwind that has followed my dad’s death, I’m starting to lose the details of our everyday in my own. The last things we said to each other. Why for some reason I kissed him goodbye when that was usually [...]
Monthly Archives: January 2008
running the gamut
01.25.08 –
My emotions are scattered right now. Maybe not scattered, but not clear and distinct, and there’s definitely a lot of pulp. I’m in a constant state of irritability, the kind I feel when I’m trying to sleep and all I can do is toss and turn. It’s unpleasant to say the least. [...]
grieving DC family seeks sleep.
01.22.08 –
I don’t recommend an 8 am appointment with the lawyer followed by a meeting with the bank bookended by detailed and sterile arrangements at the funeral home only blocks from your work. Days are much better spent eating Twix bars while wearing men’s boxers or having your eyelashes waxed. I genuinely mean both.*
The funeral home, [...]
No words
01.19.08 –
My father passed away this morning. I trust that there will be much for me to say after the haze lifts and the tears abate, likely more than I’ll be able to capture here. When I say I loved this man more than words, I didn’t really think I could mean it literally.
I [...]
misread
01.17.08 –
I hate being misunderstood. Hate it. I despise it more than more than baby powder scented products, more than someone taking the last of something and leaving the empty container behind, more than the thought of Raisin Bran covered in mayo and topped with oysters. It’s the part about not being listened to. [...]
an exercise
01.15.08 –
When you aren’t too busy doing something more fabulous than I like buying that trench from Burberry for which I’ll only ever window shop, or even counting the number of Grape Nuts you can eat for 2 points, which also qualifies, please do your dear friend Kris a favor and Google the following three words:
BITTER [...]
Samantha . . . who?
01.13.08 –
I intended to live blog the Golden Globes tonight, but then those writer types whah whah whah-ed all the way home and it wasn’t to be. I’m left watching the Access Hollywood talent fill time with excessively-Lubridermed legs that may or may not glow in the dark and really, really wide ties. Three hours of [...]
Fairweather
01.09.08 –
I was one of those kids who wrote all the time. I wrote when I wanted to and when I was forced to, backdating entry after entry of summer journals I had to keep for high school writing classes, going so far as to change pen color to heighten the false realism. In earlier years [...]
