posts on: mourning
hello, internet.
danny says that the more unhappy i am, the better i write. i’m about to d…
Dear Internet,
First of all, I want to say that I’m proud of you. I’ve been thinking…
i hate everything i write on this site lately. but i was reading through it the other day, and wa…
i’ve been trying to write this post for more than a week, but everything keeps changing fast…
my hands are cracked and smell like bleach and my feet hurt, but now that i’m off them iR…
I have been packing all weekend. i haven’t been happy about it, but i’ve been doing i…
so here’s how that independence campaign is going:
day 1:
wrote that post and went to bed a…
You’ve probably already heard me tell the story of the time I got a sculling lesson by one …
first things first. some things that have happened this week:
John released yeswecanhas.com, …
After MacBookgate2k7, I went months without using my local email client, and checked my work email…
I know i’ve mentioned several times on this blog that college was really hard for me. If I …
Things I did for the first time this weekend:
see Blade Runner
play Rock Band
eat eggs fr…
I’ve had a hard time finding things to write here lately. Everything is either very mundane…
dad died two months yesterday. really? i’m not sure if it seems more like yesterday or two…
My dad never thought he would live a long life. That could just be coincidence. Or maybe somehow…
Today would have been dad’s 52nd birthday.
I’ve been interested to hear relatives com…
“One wasp can’t be wrong!”—Dad in 2005, singing Mom’s praises in the…
Amazon.com depression: logging in to see all the things in my cart that I wanted to get my dad for…
I was an eighth grader and I was at school in a bathing suit. I was not the only girl in a bathin…
I began to write this post twenty eight hours before my father’s surgery. I am substituting …
some lists, because i like them.
reasons why i’m still a kid and thus feel cheated
i ha…
I know that lilies are a divisive flower because of their smell—whenever I have them out, vi…
I’ve lost count of the days, and I think that’s healthy so I’m going to go with …
Day 18.
I was late to my first day back at work. I went to bed with a tight chest, some sort of …
on day four, i sat here and wrote that i am looking for signs in everything.
i now find this acti…
Today Mom and I went to the Sprint store to get our phone bills put in my name. Until this mornin…
still day eleven. kinda.
the last thing i said out loud before i tried to go to bed tonight was …
Day eleven and the most notable symptoms of my grief include restlessness, exhaustion, and irritab…
We’ve gone though all the motions. The wake is done, the funeral is behind us. Let the hea…
The wake tonight had a great turnout, and it was wonderful to see so many familiar faces. Seeing …
I don’t know if it’s symptomatic of the godless mid-twenties, but I am looking for mea…
My mom leaves me voicemails all the time. It would be totally impractical to preserve them all, y…